Middle of the night


In the middle of the night
i get a call from some friends
to help their friend for a night.
so i took a ride
and stayed the night,
for who was i running?
for who was it right?

then i stayed the day
drinks and pills on the way down
and my constantly tokin’ brain,
which has been nonstop
from the night before
again, again and again.

now the weekend’s gone
and i’m still quite stoned
my soul has gone astray.
but who i really wish to love
are those friends and lovers,
so contented and beautiful are they.

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