| It’s been two years now since I have emptied out
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| Any Swisher Sweets for blunt wraps
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| Just to get high by myself
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| And if this is progress
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| Tell me why I get so hung up over the same shit
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| Like that dress you wore in high school
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| I guess that meant more to me than it did to you
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| I love you, you know
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| I could never compose my thoughts or a song
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| So I guess I’ll get stoned by myself
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| As if I have anyone else to run to
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| And every day I contemplate this life I made
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| But I still long for better days
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| Don’t you turn back on me
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| I brought your favorite CD
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| We’ll sing every high note off key
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| Somehow it always made sense to me
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| And the drives we made to see the lake
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| I thought about it yesterday
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| And I’m sure that you did too
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| Don’t forget that no one knows you better than I do
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| I love you, you know
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| I could never compose my thoughts or a song
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| So I guess I’ll get stoned by myself
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| As if I have anyone else to run to
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| And every day I contemplate this life I made
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| But I still long for better days
|
| I love you, you know
|
| I could never compose my thoughts or a song
|
| So I guess I’ll get stoned by myself
|
| As if I have anyone else to run to
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| And every day I contemplate this life I made
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| But I still long for better days
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| Every day I contemplate this life I made
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| But I still long for better days |