Lost in a cloud of smoke, so thick there's no getting around it, a fool full of imperfections, blowing cloud after cloud, watching images of us surround me clouding my mind in the smoke following the smoke trails it's left behind, knowing in the back of my mind that I only have my imperfections to blame, to point out, born of a love with imperfection, no motivation to keep moving forward, no hope and no more dreams for a perfect tomorrow, drowning myself in my own damn imperfection of sorrows, so imperfect I grip on my bottle, so with every once of my heart and soul I swig away till there's no more left till my last drop to the last blunt I can tuck, tucking away my imperfections shoving them to my core where I can keep them put away to were there is no longer pain just the imperfections of a wasted life looking for a way out of this numb zone I created so perfect it's a comfort I lay my imperfections to rest finally...
