Losing Grip

Losing my grip.
Of something I can't hit.
Of this thing I can't play.
It gets me through day by day.
It's the only thing that makes me lose my mind.
It makes me drop it, pick it up and feel just fine.
Just living, step, by step, by step.
And then I take a puff.
It doesn't make my life seem so rough.
Damn that shit was good.
It makes me go into a haze.
Life is like a phase.
It goes over and over,
on and on.
Then I realize, I wasted my life,
And It's all gone.