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Just you and me, getting high and out.
Getting and messing around, getting high and trying to figure it out.

There was a sacraficial ritual my room last night.
It was held in secret, hard to see anything in the candlelight.
Now there is wax all over my floor,
and the scent of incense is rising up underneath the door.

Now it was not as serious as I am making it sound.
Just you and me high and hanging out,
high and messing around, getting high trying to figure it out.

I feel the burn, my tired feet not much to go, a few streets.
Seeing your is all i need, my one and only, my sweet relief.
And you would think I never had it the way that world mocks my magic,
but it was all for you to continue to be able, to to be able right now.
Just you and me, high and hanging out,
getting high and messing around, getting high, trying to it out.

I need your reasons anymore,
don't need reasons anymore,
your reasons anymore.

I put my wrong finger in the hot wax now I can't for you like that.
the last thing I need true would be a secret excuse for a reason to fight back.
I can't begin, to tell you the way it all felt
when everything through.

You moved to New York to a beautiful girl and drink fancy cocktails without a care in the world,
but you got scared they're all gonna find else so you find one and tell it things you're dying to tell.
We got hides for the record i forget how it went, it was a song about and at the time it made sense.
When the side we just laid there in bed, you would fallen asleep but i just stayed up and read.
I made a of everything I said I never meant, considered all the things I never said but I digress.
I got dressed your forehead and left you called me when i woke but I was sleeping off the meds