We sit on your floor smoking our blunts regret fills our lips, our tongues, our throats, our minds
I take a sip of grey goose and cry because we are opposites meant to collide but I swear to god that's how they make stars your burning embrace like a wildfire destructive
you are like dope to me you give me such a lovely high but when you leave I have the worst come down I hate that you made me this way that you made me dependent on your existence. *******.