Mr. Smiley

Headache with joy
My mouth is burning dry
The clouds fog up my mind I can't see a thing
Close my eyes
Open a round of bright lights
They're flashing out of time
Where did they come from anyway?

My mind is blank
But I feel so damn great

A smug of skunk
Closes up my chest again
Mr. Smiley has always been my friend
My legs are numb
Straight to my lungs
Call me a chump if you want
No difference there's not one thing I can comprehend

My swelled up mind
Makes sure nothing feels real
Would be so kind
To take away the stress I feel

Mr. Smiley's secrets
Are ones we have to keep
But for now it's time to sleep

MR. SMILEY:
For anyone who doesn't get it: this song remains confidential. :] - Ryan

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