Coffee and letters

A slow burn:

Hey friend,
Smoke in the head, conscience dead
Lost in my thoughts and swirl in my dreams
Lock my mind, lose the key…
I am being different it seems,
There's no problem, welcome
I dig a hole between these eyes
Making a window that opens to the skies
Every thread counts,
It's a lovely season, look for reason

This life has been written before…Your media expresses
A price for a bitter taste
An alibi for each ugly face
A meaning in every fucking gaze
Our minds lost in outer space
Walking as idiots race…
I am trapped in this stupid maze
As trends, friends and sense fade away
Everything just turned grey
Yeah
I believe I did a slow burn
And if a gun can settle it all
Brings a tear from the eyes of a doll
And you were there to hold my hand
Whisper a joke
Till I am fine, my friend

The morning light is a creep
Stone walls grin forcefully but they weep
Coffee and cigarettes leave me be
Just racing back to sleep away from society
Back to my fantasies
Memory decays into disease, karma wants to claim his fees
I believe I did a slow burn
And if a gun can settle it all
Brings a tear from the eyes of a doll
And you were there to hold my hand
Whisper a joke
Till I am fine, my friend