Swallowing pills again & again Trying my best to get high again on the feeling, drugging myself up to remember the feeling of your lips, your warm touch, and inhale your deodorant, that succulent scent.
I want to be sleepless, and think in the night. And be happy, or sad, either one works But I guess I just want to remember I’m alive
Happy, Sad, Nostalgia that drains me, happy memories turning into sour nightly thoughts.
I think of the dark night sky, and I thought there was once stars in your eyes, yes, maybe.
You made me higher than I’d ever been, and I miss you my dear dear happy pill