Smell the air
Can't you tell?
Yet another addiction
Waifs around
Another junkie scratches
And claws and begs
"Just one more hit"
I seem to believe
They're the lucky ones
To have such a healthy
Addiction on hand
Some I know
Have vices so varied
Do we even know who they are?
Like myself
They can't live without those things
On weekends I often find
That watching movies
Back to back to back to back
Will take the edge off the latest worry
Maybe it's just life
We're addicted to
When I lay in the haze of incense
I think to myself
"I'm just another junkie too"
