Vacate

I guess it’s time I hit the road
It’s not important, and I can find myself another time
The proof is in the smoke, it started calling
When conversation’s not a friend of mine
Told the fellas I’ma roll, just for a toke
Clear the surface off the top of my head
It won’t be long, but I’m not sure
Is it better if I close my eyes?

I guess it’s time I hit the road, they saw it forming
I lose my grip and try to stabilize
The fever stole the show, like paranoia
And like a fool I tried to improvise
First defenses taking hold, closing doors
Filling space in what’s a mess of my head
It won’t be long, but I’m not sure
Is it better if I close my eyes?

Run for it, smoke up
I won’t touch cigarettes no more
Did you fall in? Lose touch
The waves keep coming and the air is drying up

So I’ll spill my insides
Sleeping on the ground in heavy thought
Mixed up with snake bites and high fives
If you’re feeling uptight
Vacate, vacate, vacate
Clean out your brain we’re on the way