Low

Striving for what he believes right
A hypocrite someday.

Breaking sober with his high.



Satisfaction marked his grieving height
Resilient above the bay.

Tide of pride came in high.



Daytime lower, angrier than the night
Unfitting moods today.

Today's low should be high.


Friends more loving but less contrite
Saved ones scare me away

When they can't even say "Hi."


People judging, full of spite
Towards the junkies they want to pay

Life doesn't make everyone high.


Why do I fly a kite?
The only person here anyway

What's the point in flying high


Friends are drugs I'm not on tonight
Most naturally find a way

But without you, I'm not high.