I don't know why,
but when I'm high
I can't help my
urges to try
and find you.
You rubbed me in dirt;
I falsely assert
that it didn't hurt.
I still wear your shirt.
I miss you.
I don't know why,
I have tears in my eyes.
now that i'm high,
I think that I
may have loved you.
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 1:27 AM UTC
I don't know why,
but when I'm high
I can't help my
urges to try
and find you.
You rubbed me in dirt;
I falsely assert
that it didn't hurt.
I still wear your shirt.
I miss you.
I don't know why,
I have tears in my eyes.
now that i'm high,
I think that I
may have loved you.