You're in my head so much it's got me blacking out in the morning.
There's panic and frustration but I'm too tired to give the attention.
The smell of coffee reminds me of the mountains, and working those old char-lifts; staying in the beds across the lake.
But now all I can think about is how much fun it all really was until you walked in with someone else.
It made the beer taste sour and the weed hit harsher, and the color seeped and drained away through my eyes until it looks the way it does when you're half asleep and walking through the fog at dawn.
And I don't know what the fuck happened to me,
but up until that night I could shake anything off and come out alright.
Now I'm just numb...numb except that.
Sometimes I'll catch myself thinking of you and it'll bother me so much
that it ruins my cigarette.
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