Originally Posted by sleepy jack

I can mingle with the stars and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars,
I have just boarded a plane without a pilot
And violets are blue, roses are red,
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead.
Wish I can give you this feeling
I feel like buying,
And if my dealer don’t have no more, then
I feel like dying.