Suplementive THC of Happiness

You could scramble the pieces that are left of me;
Search beyond this supplementive THC -
My own lucky glee...

You could cross the line and gently whisper what you find;
If there's something left of my little injured mind
Please be kind...

I usually don't run away,
But usually there's another way.

You could blow away the smoke and tell me if I'm there;
Pull me up and slowly give me some air -
To face my despair...

You could dig beyond my smile and my thick red eyes:
Circle all the madness that left me to die;
And awake my cries...

I usually don't run away,
But usually there's another way.

This supplementive THC of happiness...
This supermassive THC of happiness...
This sober passive THC of happiness...
This over active THC of happiness...

I usually don't run away,
But usually there's another way.