I wrote this one high

Dancing shadows on the ceiling while the rainfall plays.

We look like an old romance filmed in grain.

I think loving you hurts me in the prettiest way.

Like a slow song playing while the whole room fades.

Your perfume lingers in the smoke filled haze.

Blue light flickers on your tear-stained face.

Baby can you call me, call me by your name?

I been trying to feel you but you’re holding your pain.

Running through the silence, are we still okay?

I’ve been burning slowly, slowly into gray.

We look like a movie frozen in a frame.

Dancing shadows on the ceiling while the rainfall plays.

We look like an old romance filmed in grain.

I think loving you hurts me in the prettiest way.

Like a slow song playing while the whole room fades.

Heartbreak dripping down the walls once more.

Neon bleeding through the bedroom door.

She’s in pieces, screaming on the floor.

I smoke weed so I don’t feel torn.

Black tears falling on the bathroom sink.

Drowning out feelings with louder drinks.

Dancing shadows on the ceiling while the rainfall plays.

We look like an old romance filmed in grain.

I think loving you hurts me in the prettiest way.

Like a slow song playing while the whole room fades.