I’ve Smoked Too Much

More than twice I've enjoyed the delight of a rapper
Rolled it up and blocked out the clatter
Vibrating up from the bowels of the planet below

I smoke the world’s problems in a cloak of illusion
Then clarity comes from confusion
I don’t need much but the sound of a steel guitar
The sound of my own voice, the bell of a saxophone

Once again I find my toenails need clipping
My tongue is numb, my nose has been dripping
I’ve been sniffing for about a week now

My hair is looking duller and lanker
It's longer, I’ve never looked much like a gangster
But now, I don’t look like a gangster at all

There’s a sudden lack of excitement in my day
All my exhibitionist neighbours have moved away

I’ve smoked too much
I’ve smoked too much
And my mind is losing the memories of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
Less of a blessing than a curse
I’m looking through an empty purse and I see
The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust

Take the time of your life and times it by three
That’s what we get when we leave the city
You’re a pretty girl but you look better in the country

We can sense each other’s thoughts all night
And stare into pupils under the moonlight
We won’t be apart until one of us is dead
But which one of us will that be?
There’s panic running through my head

I’ve smoked too much
I’ve smoked too much
And my mind is losing the memories of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
Less of a blessing than a curse
I’m looking through an empty purse and I see
The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust