I WAS HIGH IT WAS EPIC

lose all my money at poker after the pool and the pub

everyone's rolling big big joints/i hog the scotch

and

we

listen

to folk and porn on a laptop

i become very very high/its been a long time

too high to capitalise on my two jacks/i fold give up

hide in the toilet

i am hole being sick 

is my lament/my refrain/my riff

but i am not sick/just very very high

i am a hole being sick

money for cab gone/feet itch madly for the road space air and solitude to come down - please

but i dont come down/i am very very high and the epic 

journey across the whole epic 

town 

at epic 

2 am is epic

of long grey shimmering shadows full of foxes and bats

and detail bushes of blues and black

and houses exquisite and unnoticed before

and rows and rows of hilarious mad pointing roofs

a high that grows and grows/faces gurn and time is uncomfortable

i am a hole being sick

and every car is a taxi and suddenly there is no one in sight

and thats worse

but i lost my money at poker so the training kicks in and i

(hole being sick)

march the epic miles/very very high

and

opening

my 

front door i feel the relief of a worshipped god