Weed Over Acid

(yeah) (Abbey...) Abbey's got a ring for the green leaf She would marry it

if she could

No more chemical tears,

just sweet relief Keeping it lit like she should

(yeah) Freshman year homecoming,

she took a tab Thought it would be fun,

but the night went bad Walls started spinning,

shadows in her head Locked in the bathroom wishing she was dead

Worst memories of her life,

she was so afraid

Now she hates that poison,

keeps the peace self-made

Abbey's got a ring for the green leaf She would marry it

if she could

No more chemical tears,

just sweet relief Keeping it lit like she should (she would marry

it)

Now it's twenty-four seven keeping clouds in the room Sipping on that

sweet, ice-cold Meta Moon Never looking back at the dark,

cold nights Just healing her soul under green tinted lights (ahhh)

No more bad trips,

she's alright

Abbey's flying high tonight

(meta moon...) (just weed...)