You tell me it's fine
it's fun
that we won't get caught
dispite my doubts
I breath in your words
and you hold the lighter
the more I smoke
the harder it is to fight it
I start to drift off
more like lift off
and as I exit the atmosphere
i take hit
after hit
Passing all the stars
I realize how gone I was
The sun seem to drift away
the closer I got
to where I was going
After one last hit
I'm as the place I never planned to go
Mars man!
