Get High 歌词

She hates her job, loves her kids Bored with her husband Tired of the same old list of things to do So when the to-dos have all been done She sits down at the kitchen table And rolls herself a fat one Smoke so sweet fills the air She maybe ought to crack a window But all she can do is stare at the paint That's been peeling off the walls A couple tokes and her troubles don't seem all that tall You know life will let you down Love will leave you lonely Sometimes to only way to get by Is to get high She laughs out loud at who she used to be A girl who'd a looked down on A woman smoking weed in her kitchen Sometimes she misses those younger days Seeing the world through rose colored glasses Instead of this purple haze So she tucks her kids in at night Kisses her husband, turns off the light And talks to God Says: "Lord, help me accept what I cannot change But until I learn to do that Thanks for the Mary Jane"