In hail the scary looking smoke,
hold it in,
let it fill you,
let it take you higher,
make you feel better,
we don't love the doped up you,
we love the guy that picks us up when he hugs us,
holds us when our makeup is smeared with tears,
make us laugh when we want to die,
lets us hide in his bed,
trusts us with the key to his house,
and loves us unconditionally,
the sober you is the one i like to talk to,
i can tell you anything,
talk about anything,
even the most embarrassing secrets i know you'll keep,
you pinky swore you wouldn't take one more hit,
the smoke would fade,
so please for me,
keep this pinky promise?
