I've Smoked Too Much

More than twice I've enjoyed the light of a wrapper
Rolled it up and blocked out the clatter
By braving up from the bows of the planet below(?)

I smoke the world's problems in a cloak of illusion
And clarity comes from confusion
I don't need much but the sound of a steel guitar
The sound of my own voice, the bell of a sad cyclone(?)

Once again I find my toenails need clipping
My tongue is numb, my nose has been dripping
I've been sniffin' for about a week now
My hair is lookin' duller and lengthy
It's longer, I've never looked much like a gangster
But man, I don't look like a gangster at all

There's a sudden lack of excitement in my day
All my exhibition's neighbors have moved away

I've smoked too much, I've smoked too much
And my mind is losing memories of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
That's sort of a blessing in a curse
I'm looking through an empty verse and I see
The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust.

Take the time of your life and times it by three
That's what we get when we leave the city
You're a pretty girl
But you look better in the country

We can sense each other's thoughts all night
And stare into pupils under the moonlight
We won't be apart until one of us is dead
But which one of us will that be?
There's panic running through my head

I've smoked too much, I've smoked too much
And my mind is losing memories of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
That's sort of a blessing in a curse
I'm looking through an empty verse and I see
The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust