Mind on a Hunt

Feeling of lust
Believing and trust
Everything I see is overrated
My mind is on a hunt
Placing thoughts in random
Drinking coffee and cinnamon
My fag is just the filter now
Don’t fill my glass
Your fag is just the filter now
Don’t drop my glass
Buses crowded, children playing
Girlfriend moaning, plans on rewind
No more living yesterdays
Regret is all I’m feeling now
My mind is on a hunt
Now tell me what you can feel when you’re high