Thinking about getting high
Reading this book makes me want to fly
Memories come rushing back from when I smoked pot
From when my life was totally shot
Remembering the feeling of getting high
Yet, back then, life was no more than a lie
The feeling I got, the huge rush
But always, coming down was a crush
Nothing seems to matter, when you're all up high
You don't think of the risk, or that you could possibly die
Missing the feeling, the wonderful tingle
After for a day or so, the effects linger
Thinking about getting high
Inside, just wanting to fly
