My mind is tired
But that's was just excuse
My mind of logic is taking a break.
And it has a substitute
My mind is drift away
Like an airplane
And the substitute mind
It taking it place
No time to think
Go with the flow
Enjoy the night
Throw consequences out the window
The true mind will come back down
And look at the mess it found
Pick up and fixing the pieces
For the substitute have a party during logic's absence
Putting everything in it place
Solving puzzle and fixing the mistake
But it's dozz off to the sky
Thinking about the next time of getting high
But will the risk is worth to take.
Can it fix the next mistake
Will it get out al