High

I got high in your room
I wasn’t sure if you wanted to
But I laid down and so did you
A rush went to my head and something bloomed
Something new
So cut every tie and break every truce
I don’t know why
But I’m still thinking of you
Cut every tie and break every truce
Every time
I’m still thinking of you
I’m still thinking of you

I got high, you told me off
You said I looked a little lost
Well you were right, you usually are
And it’s just like they say
The feeling comes in waves
In waves

We paced your apartment
You said with tears in your eyes
“What if things don’t get better? It’s this til we die?”
And I thought to myself
“Well hey, that doesn’t sound bad”
I could be back in Massachusetts with my mom and my dad
I could be back in the basement on the same sofa bed
So far deep underground, hell, well I could be dead
But I guess I’m still here and I’m thirty years in
When you come from New England that’s not a sure thing
And I cut every last tie and I broke every truce
But still every night I’m still thinking of you
I’m still thinking of you
I’m still thinking of you