Afterhours

Lighter flick

Room goes gold Smoke climbs up Nice and slow (mmmmm)

I been thinking too much again

So I let the night come in

Ash falling soft in the tray

Moon in the window,

almost grey

Rolled another just for me

Let the smoke move quietly

Long day still stuck in my head Little things I wish I

never said But the room gets softer every pull

And for a minute everything is dull

Window cracked, cold air slides Warm smoke curling by my side Music

barely loud enough

Sometimes quiet is enough

I don't need to know tomorrow

I don't need to fix it all

Tonight I only need a little

Something soft to break the fall

(ooh yeah)

As long as I got my weed

I know I'll make it through okay

One more light, one more breathe

Let the heavy drift away

Smoke around me like a blanket

Let it cover up the noise I don't need the world tonight

I just need this little choice As long as I got my

weed I know I'll make it through okay

Grinding slow, the room smells sweet

Barefoot moving to the beat

Eyes low, curtains barely closed

Letting all my worries go

Maybe I drive when the night gets deep Empty roads and music

underneath Maybe I stay wrapped up inside

Watching smoke disappear in light

Some nights feel heavier than most

Some thoughts stay longer than they should But I know the morning

always comes And right now this feels good

Pass the flame

Take it slow

Hold it in

Let it go

(ahhhh) I don't have to solve my life Before the sun comes

through

I can give myself tonight

And wake up feeling new

Lighter flick

Slow inhale Long exhale

I'll be okay

I'll be okay