no idea why im coming back to this red and black Arial format
maybe its my sobriety makes me reminisce about my existence
earlier i was checking old Gmail messages thinking how much i failed
how i was unhappy but still living
now look at me
no bud smoking no fiend fucking no nothing
well thats a lie got a chick i met a couple months ago
she's chill pop pills and love to talk shit
but she cant heal this individual
and she's kinda of mental so there's reciprocity
i find her to be very adorable , bold and cold
at the same time she makes the pain subside
oh and she gets high
really really high , so high she glides over the sky
but whats the point if im not smoking joints
either way she's okay makes my day go by smoothly
beautiful and skinny
lips that i love to kiss