things may have changed from getting stoned in your room
to all types of pills that we seemed to over do
id get stuck at the bottom when youd find the top
but youd throw out your hand and drag my ass up
id do the same for you
things blowing smoke in the clouds
shit hit the fan but your still around
and i was away for awhile
youd cut up my jeans, id lock the door to your room
kicking holes through the wall, can barely wake up for school
but your the only one i know whos worth fighting with
ill drag your ass right out of this shit hole we dug ourselves
forget to put your cigarette out
things blowing smoke in the clouds
shit hit the fan but your still around
and i was away for awhile
ill drag your ass right out of this shit hole we dug ourselves
forget to put your cigarette out and do your dishes yourself
i never run out of reasons to yell.
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