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
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
Druggo right here, am I right?