Winged-Hat Mario

My watch’s on time, no transition

Attached to the couch, what am I staring at

Guitar riffs, loud shred guitars

Shit, this place is clean

Now I refuse

To stop smoking weed everyday

I refuse

To let tears continue to roll down to the floor

I refuse

To be ashamed of what I do

I refuse

To continue to pretend that I’m not high

All the time

I think I’m leaving this planet, whatever

A star’s a flower, as my heart can’t sink lower

Oh baby let me be free, through the herb cloud

Give infinity a sense my Goddesses of the Day

Said I refuse,

Not to fight back the dragons anymore

I refuse

To erase the sensation of my bed like it’s a warm beach

I refuse

To leave power from my spiritual mind

I refuse

Not to escape the brutal boredom of what you call existence

As a stance

My heart’s an abandoned house

A demolished bus stop

A burnt down forest park

I’m… lost in the woods