Whispers in the Weed Jar - Reggae Punk - (Album, High Times & Hard Lessons)

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Whispers in the Weed Jar Lyrics

You left me cracked on your windowsill,
Half-full of dreams and dollar-bill thrill.
I watched you fall in and out of love,
Heard you cry to the ceiling above.
You called me peace, you called me sin,
I held your highs and what could’ve been.
Every tear, every cough, every lie —
I still smell it all inside.

Whispers in the weed jar, stuck in glass,
Voices of your past, rolled in grass.
I ain't just resin — I’m memory's grip,
Of every blunt you took to the lip.
You tried to forget — but I still hold,
All your secrets turned to smoke and mold.

That night she left, you packed too tight,
Lit the pain like a porchlight fight.
I heard her laugh as you hit and hid,
Heard you whisper, “fuck this shit.”
I kept her hair, stuck to the rim,
Next to flakes of your faded grin.
I ain’t fresh, I ain’t new —
But I’m more honest than what she gave you.

Whispers in the weed jar, low and slow,
Talkin’ to ghosts you’ll never know.
I’m the cough you choke when you think too long,
The faded echo of your favorite song.
You buried your soul in a jar like me —
Now I’m all that’s left when you try to breathe.

You scraped me clean when the world went cold,
Lit hope in pipes with stories old.
I saw you laugh with nothin’ left,
Still lit it up like you had breath.
I held your silence, I held your screams,
I’m the graveyard of your loudest dreams.

Whispers in the weed jar, last hit gone,
But I still play your same old song.
I ain’t the high — I’m what comes after,
The quiet between the pain and laughter.
So when the smoke clears and you’re alone —
Just listen close.
You ain’t never been on your own.

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