any chance we could stay dark?
blowing blunts late night in the park
you can take the high road
leave more room for me on the low
and although i will always love you
these questions only god can know

i'll always be there for you
but some mountains just
aren't meant to move



i remember the shape of your dress
that smell of the shampoo you used to use
i can't remember the color of your eyes
i really can't remember much more about you.