Kinda Stoned - SWELL

time and pills,

let’s waste a year

the phone is tuned,

the way is clear

there’s some less sure

of hate and love,

and some can say

where everyone

fits in

try and see,

the words feel dry

the morning breathes,

the evening dies

it’s not like all

can walk on through

it’s more just luck

that makes you choose,

a side

everybodys kinda' stoned

more distance…

come on…