I have faith in me, I'm tired and feeling weak, my body is changing, and I don't sleep, but I have faith in me.
Sobriety feels like: god, I've been at this too long, when do I get to move on, And be, a separate entity, From the thing of my past.
It's all I can do to kill silence, trying to conjure a sound, a vibration of things laid underneath, that I've buried myself in the ground.
For a moment I could see myself falling for you. It was the same instant that you looked into my eyes, And I realized that you were falling for me.
If I'm falling, and failing, don't you dare pick me up, its better this way, I'll never be enough, I'm broke, and I'm broken,
It's unfair how much I love you when I'm stoned, I can smoke away the pain, forget that I'm alone. And that blank stare of yours,
You smell like dank and honey. Most boys stink when they sweat, but I find you, absolutely delicious... Edible, I'd like to roll you up and smoke you...
I haven't felt the same since, well, I just have't felt the same, and it hasn't been this way since, whats her name?