Escapee

I'll let the drugs sink in
Muddle my mind
Maybe I'll cut this time
Swathed in red vines

Luna rests in the sky
It's 3 A.M.
My mind begins to swim
What about them?

Memories are erased
Replaced dream-state
My problems start to fade
Yes, go away

Morning will come too soon
Reality
It can always find me
Always I'll flee