Insights to the mind of a lost child

Airhead

My girl says I'm good with music
Smart but stupid
Got a bad temper and I tend to lose it

A blue raspberry airhead
Who could care less
A product of two strict but loving parents

Got addicted to the reefer
Alcohol, and Jesus
Running from household to household
My birth certificate has creases

A mumble of frantic combination
Of purple feelings
Mixed in together (with a touch of salt)
And smoked orange peelings

Forgive me father
For I am another sinner
Maybe some post cards during winter
With greetings from family and an invitation
To dinner

So start tying balloons to fire trucks
And Remember service is a pleasure
Stay woke
You ain't going to be alive forever