So High

Sick of the blur;

The sobered obscure,

That sends me to drink;

That precarious brink;

Or anything to clear my mind,

Help me forget

What I've yet

To find

In search of the clarity

Once filtered through me;

When our natural high

Was embracing sorrowed skies,

Because just being together

Sheltered us

From the very worst

Of weather

Used to be I didn't need

The drink or weed to help me sleep;

When my natural high

Was the shine of your eyes

That held such potent power

Even in

Those soft,

Lazy hours

Now I avoid sobriety,

And don't give a damn about impropriety;

Cause I need that feeling

That you keep misleading;

Since my natural high died

When you and I

Tearfully said

Goodbye.