Simple Smog

I sit here in the shade of smoke laughing cuz my life's a joke, piggy bank smashed - I'm broke but no I don't want out. Perched amongst this hazy cloud I slow distractions, they've gotten loud you'd not think the family's proud, no I don't want out. The air is heavy in my lung washed up melodies to be sung do not fret when my head is hung because I don't want out. Through the fog you'll see a smile I've known myself for quite a while take my shoes, walk a mile see why I don't want out. I wander in the west coast mist appreciative just to exist hugged by trees and ocean kissed how could I want out. Weighted breath on salty air grazing through tall grass so fair sunbeam roof and tree stump chair why should I want out. I would not prefer the city's gas equal people arranged by class when offered traffic I always pass cuz that's when I'd want out.