Throughout the Night anf Until the Morning, We Bite the Light

About many experiences I've had, almost combined into one memory

Good times roll on throughout the night

Bringing the smells and feelings of a tunneling light

Letting us see past reality into something so bright

That the tunnel begins the tear into a strange, foreign light

 

The rough, brick walls curve into each other creating a mass

The ground dissolves into space as our bodies begin to crash

We stumble and lose our minds completely feeling the night's lash

 

Whipped and cut into shape by our restrictions and permissions

Because the choice to enter this world is such a small decision

But decided wrongly can bring something harmful and put into recognition

The thought of our caretakers unveiling our habits shows no limitation

 

However, we continue to toke our green, loving Mary Jane

In hopes of receiving a different feeling, letting our minds wander insane

We'll laugh the night away, feeling special and noticing how great

Relieving ourselves of any stress, anxiety or excess pain

Nothing looks to be an emotion we can't tame

With the help of our wondrous herb, Mary Jane

 

We wander up and down the streets, black hoods covering our faces

Concealing no weapon, but certain feelings stored in locked brief cases

Only one thing can open the case full of emotion. My heart races

 

Finding the perfect spot to become one is such a hard task

With police and families breathing down both our backs

Once the spot has been found, we can finally sit and relax

Knowing that we're safe and can continue to empty our fat sack

 

Fill it to the top. Let’s have the night of our lives

A full half a gram reaches the edge of our bowl, looking right into our eyes

Give us a sweet smoke and meaningful toke for we have been kept in disguise

Our true souls will soon be extracted bringing nothing but a new life

 

The glass is cold from a chilling walk across his yard and many others

The street lights glare around us brightening the view of my brother

I have no time to look for he is waiting for his turn

To suck up ashes only to witness a green, strong smelling plant begin to burn

My thumb over the carb and my palm around the bowl holding the piece still

I raise my right hand to ignite the plant and watch the toxins start to fill

My lungs are strong tonight and can take more of this heart-warming thrill

Continuing to suck, I witness an exhale only to claim my kill

 

Captured and stored in my fat, the THC ridden blubber stays for a long while

Converting my mind into a large pile of happiness, relieving it of everything vile

 

Hood up and jeans clinging to his legs, he pulls the pipe in towards him

Realizing the consequences, he continues the cycle and also takes a hit

Pass; Pass, Pass, All between the two of us.

Our lungs beginning to give out, we become droopy and loopy but without a fuss

 

Once the bowl is about cashed, we kill the bottom layer of what is left

I'll smack the bowl to my palm hoping to clear the resin mess

Whipe it on my jeans, and hopefully the ash will crush off into something less

 

Our plastic bag, payed for by little cash, holds the weed I need

I'll tear the nuggets apart, piece by piece piling it into the bowl

Another half gram loaded up, held by my own triple blown custom

Him taking the first hit, because I happened to take the last one

 

The night rolls on and we finish our chief fest

We sneak across roads with the piece and green bouncing off my chest

Strapped to an inside pocket of striped jacket

Now zipped up, I hold the glass against myself to keep it from cracking

 

The streets are empty but we've got beautiful music in our heads

A pounding bass and striking beat as we tip toe to each other’s beds

In his house, we stay quiet. His mom oblivious to our recent advances

Our minds now almost completely gone, we continue to take chances

We play our music loud and perform dances for the world to see

But in reality, we're only in privacy

 

Eventually the music begins to calm to a sweet melody

We reside to our beds, drinks by our sides and tired as can be

But we remain awake only to witness the beauty of listening

Dark as anything in the tunnel, I find myself moving through it

The ceiling I've been staring at for hours has moved only a bit

I'm lost with no way out and no way back into reality

Because the world I've found is far too pretty to be left alone without me                   

And that’s why I must continue to use and abuse its existence in the morning

Author's Note

This is a really personal one for me. If you want the most out of this piece, listen to this while reading it. Pretty Lights - Maybe Tomorrow
I remember falling asleep to various tracks on that album this summer. The good times will never be forgotten.