exhale that bullshit

Stoners

The nights we felt alive.
They found out we were misfits.
From jumping fences,
To our first hit.
Inhale the good shit,
Exhale the bullshit.
Yes, we believe in Aliens,
Wishing on falling stars,
And true love.
Laughing uncontrollably
Jokes aren’t even that funny
Hiding In the woods.
The dad hat saved us all.
Swishers with the flavor of blueberry
Way to many hits off the Hooka
Telling yourself one more puff 4 blunts later.
These are the nights we felt alive.
When the smoke fills our lungs
And we become too dizzy to walk
Comfortably numb,
Black flannels,
Hair smelling dank.
These are the nights we felt alive