Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint (the tiger in the zoo is fine with the life there, he's really OK, Tiger-OK I guess(at the end I was quoting the tiger))

All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.

And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.

Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.

Another year,
another failure,
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at first sight, just like your hair,
mental state gripping tight, as I gasp for fresh air.

Instead of studying,
I'm thinking about this,
talking to myself, getting madly pissed,
boiling blood, just like the hot water,
tea bags replaced by rolling papers as I stutter,
calling out for help,
in this lonely hell.

Mountain thyme tea,
you're so dearly missed,
could this really be,
cause of the girl I never kissed.

Beer

Every time I look in the mirror I notice everything's clearer Joy replaces fear After a pint of beer Fights break out from our hearts But after a while every motion stops Maybe everything isn't so clear after all that beer You really are dear Although you make me feel like a queer Yea beer you are the love of my life Thats why I don't need a wife I don't need a bed nor do I need sheets Cause when I'm with you I don't even sleep For you my love runs deep Even though you make me feel like a sheep You make me say things I don't mean And i do things I don't want Just know you're way better than a blunt.