spark one up

You get out your mat and lay out your tools Some time soon you’ll be giggling like a fool You crumble your stash and add some more Heart beats heavily with that knock on the door You sticky your fingers and make a few turns “don’t smoke over the rug, look out for burns” You take the last drag and stub out the ash Time flies by, as quick as a flash You sit on the couch your head in a daze You stare at the tv but nothing reaches your gaze With one click you are back in the room Mates all sitting their laughing, howling at the moon “It’s your turn to twist up another spliff” I need to walk around, legs getting a bit stiff Someone switch the channel it’s match of the day The joint is getting smoke but it is coming your way You take a few drags and maybe another You cough and you splutter saying “nice one bruvver”