This Stuff Is Gonna Kill Me

Please hook up your camera, please pick up a pen
Tell me that you love me on a yellow legal pad
Then disappear for six months and don't come back again
‘Til I forget I missed you as if there was anything to miss

Tell me how your day was, it's technically the past
Tell me about the boy who fell asleep right on your lap
And I'll go to the kitchen to chew another crumb
This stuff is gonna kill me but I'm too high to care if I throw up

I can do this all night ‘cause you're not really there
There's a couple states bеtween us, states of being are impairеd
There's astral projection which I'm starting to believe
Of all the places you could visit, why'd you have to come and visit me?

So tell me how your day was, it's technically the past
Tell me about the boy who fell asleep right on your lap
And I'll go to the kitchen to chew another crumb
This stuff is gonna kill me but I'm too high to care if I throw up

I’m too high to care if I throw up