a bong hit

A bong hit stills my favorite
I’ll take it
Over
A shot
Or a line
Or a drink
Or wine
My stash is with me all the time
If you don’t see it
Then you must be blind
Don’t ask me why
I’ll roll my eyes
Load the bong
Then take the hit
Blow it out
Do it again
Till I lose count
And I calm down
Then my friends come around
Here goes another round
We all respond to the sound
From the bubbles
To the mouth
Being high helps me out
Through the pain
Keeping me sane
So I don’t cry
All the fucking time
Over all the stupid shit
That runs through my mind
I still don’t understand why
I do this to myself
Will I ever ask for help
When I need it
Because I really need it
I hate being alone
Even if I got my favorite bong
Rather spend time with my mom
Rejoice over the obstacles we’ve overcome
Instead I got to turn up this song
And go find my fucking bong