Escaping Reality

Break it down, split the gar, roll the blunt, time to spark for the first puff. 
High as a kite, tell me this isn't the good stuff. 
Seeing stars, walking on air, talking to the wall as if someone was actually there. 
You see my pain runs deep and the only way to  escape is to smoke it all away
   Straight or mixed? Dark or clear? Liquor is liquor, it's all going to disappear. A shot or 4 will help keep me sane, a bottle a day will help ease all my pain
   Scars heal after a while, so grab the knife and go deeper this time. If they ask just say you got attacked by a feline. The feeling of a knife opening your skin is better than the felling of the opening of your heart as it begins to break as the words of the man you tell I love you to doesn't feel the same, or as the way he tell you he loves you but only as my friend. 
  We lay there as our bodies start to entwine, you look me in my eyes and tell me to unwind
You start to drip ice down my spine, you whisper in my ear and make me feel safe, I spread my legs and immediately go into my happy place. You make love to me and all my pain slowly fades away. 
  Escaping from reality every once and a while, no matter the remedy, no matter the time. It's always good to make sure your not loosing your mind.