Parading through my room
Marijuana conversations with self
I know my ceiling so well
The feelings that I can’t tell
I get lost
Pillow so soft
Alone with my thoughts it’s pleasure
I swear it’s pleasure
Stay up to kiss the moon
I lie awake express my thoughts to unwind
I like the view just fine
Moving on my own time
I get lost
Pillow so soft
Alone with my thoughts it’s pleasure
I swear it’s pleasure
Confined we’ll find space
Either way we are contained
It goes deeper than these walls
Couldn’t make room for your flaws anyway
You couldn’t make me feel this safe
It feels like pleasure