IN MY DREAM I AM     AND I HAD SMOKED 
  IN MY PARENTS HOUSE  A BLUNT FOR GOOD 
  MEASURE, BEFORE  
 I WENT DOWN IN THE BASEMENT WHERE I GOT  
 THIS GREAT IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING TO     
 CARVE A PATTERN IN MY FOREHEAD, REALLY   
 JUST DESTROY IT WITH A KNIFE             
   :W                                     
 MY FIRST INSTINCT IS THAT IT'S NEVER     
 GOING TO WORK - BUT THEN I REALIZE I     
 CAN JUST TAPE IT OVER LATER. SO I DO     
 IT, BUT I ACCIDENTALLY TOUCH MY HEART    
 WITH THE KNIFE AND IT GIVES ME A PANIC   
 ATTACK,                                  
                                          
 MY WHOLE FIELD OF VISION IS FLICKERING   
 AND SO I MAKE CHAMOMILE TEA, BUT THE     
 PANIC'S TOO STRONG AND I PANIC OUT IN    
 THE GARDEN.                              
                                          
 IN THE GARDEN ARE TWO FURRY TIGERS, AND  
 I JUMP INTO THEIR EMBRACE BUT THEY'RE    
 KINDA TIRED OF MY SHIT AND JUST DROP ME  
 ON THE GRASS