Because I'm High

maybe all i'll ever need is you opening the door in that retro weave dress
we were kids

i brush my teeth and set my clock, wait for sleep and doubts walk through my head all of them
all of them

and i don't know if it's because i'm high
but i can't shake the feeling that i've done nothing right i don't know if it's because i'm high

and memory's such a fickle bitch
reminding me of that over and over again
but i don't know if it's because i'm high

maybe all i'll ever get is a blurry conversation in my head an argument I just can't win
but i'll try over and over again
I swear i'm gonna change
i must have said that a hundred ways hands on your lap, tears and rain you were tired, and over it
but she said you're gonna want me back and i'm gonna say that it's too late for that yea you'll see what you lost
she said i'm gonna move out of state
find a house at the end of a road someplace plant trees in the rocks
ooh ooh ooh