Take me back to a hit in Charleston

Why can’t it be fun? It’s so fun when I’m alone.

Imagining us doing it together

Knowing I will fall apart when the moment comes

No one wants to be the reason you’re unhappy

Just a couple trauma cats

The only way you can endure this anxiety is to remember how many times you’ve been through it before

You've always come out the other side

The high just builds until you might pop like a balloon

When it hits, it’s universal and it’s shrunken and your brain is a tiny bubble of all your concealed pain

A star that collapsed on itself, falling into the future, winding up back in time

Dreaming of a sunny day on the road, when anything felt possible, like in Charleston

In Charleston, I could take one hit off of a J in the morning and be high all day, focused and clear and happy