I wanna know what goes inside your head.
I wanna take a glimpse of whats inside your head.
I wish I could go inside your head and see whats in there.
I kept hearing this all my life and laugh.
But, in all reality
I wish I could leave my head.
I wish I could take a break from all the noise thats inside.
Maybe thats why I like to get high.
It gets quiet.
Maybe thats why I liked being around you.
It got quieter.
Theres too much noise that I can’t ignore sometimes and the noise becomes reality.
It becomes tangible.
It has a certain color to it.
A certain smell of a leftover burning fuel of memories.
And, no…. there are no more ways to quiet them down.