Monkey

Monkey butts and cigarettes are all that we have left.
Ashes fly in the wind of the life that we once lived.
Our cries are nothing but tears and moisture of the eyes.
At one point in time there happened to be the things we called our lives.

For in this dream, we so seek sought.
Our nightmares are all but real.
We fight the demons we have found with only our little knife.
And the pain seems so ever real.

Puff
Puff
Puff
The smoke fills the rooms
Puff
Puff
Puff
The smoke engulfs your lungs. 2 puffs away and the high is all but gone.
The room starts to morph
The colors all do change.
Puff
Your mother walks in
Puff
Puff
Your hands change
Puff
Puff
The voices dont go away
Puff
Puff
The are all here to stay

Our dreams we wish were real
Our lives we hope to be a dream


We can only wake from one