“She holds it high, to her mouth.”
A drag for every moment
I begin to remember, memorys of you
I spent this 10$
On poision
Its not possible for me
To stop thinking about you
One last drag I think I might cry
I think I was not the girl
You were looking for
Between each drag your not here
I hope I see you again
Wondering about you every second I get
Is this an obsession?
I dont know I just want to see you
Im sorry I have to relax
Im going to smoke a couple of bowls
And a pack of reds
With my boy Nick