Saturday Night, Stoned Alone

It’s just another Saturday night and I’m sat
Around stoned, always stoned,
So high I’m flying towards some kinda
Blissed-out nirvana of insanity and yet
Somehow I know that tonight will end
Early as the clock tells me it’s just past 9
And this damn underwhelming game of
Football is leaving me bored bored bored
And right now as I lift my eyes from this
Screen towards my bed I can sense the
Beauty of a stoned-out early night coming
To take me away!