High, how are you?

Hi mate...

Have you come for your daily supply rate?

Those pills that keep you from being irate.

To stop you sitting up, thinking all night late

You think you are dying, scared, and crying.

Smoke this joint. See no point.

24 hours a day, your high mate.

That ain't right, mate.

I'm silently choking on the smoke that I'm toking I'm secretly hoping for a new way of coping but this drug got me folding and I'm inwardly holding these bottled emotions.

You should be living your life,

Have a quick taste.

But here you're splitting your mind

And slowly dying for fucks sake.

You think you are dying, scared, and crying.

Smoke this joint. See no point.

24 hours a day, your high mate.

That ain't right, mate.