You take out your bowl, pack it, and light up.
I lounge on the couch, just waiting for the moment when your really stoned,
When you crawl over to me,
And start trying to get in my pants.
Of course, i'll push you off,
And you won't understand,
Because you're stoned.
I hate it when you're like this,
But you love it.
It relaxes you, you say,
But at this point i'm the one who doesn't understand.
Whenever you're like this,
I'll tell you what it feels like.
It feels like you're risking everything just to be high,
Just to feel "good" for a couple hours.
It feels like you're risking me.
It feels like you don't ~care~.
It feels like you're risking everything we have,
Just so you can be stoned and not have to deal with anything.
And I hate it. |
Submission Name: Another Misery
