Historic Cemetery
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Just you and me
Getting high and hanging out
Getting high and messing around
Getting high and trying to figure it out
There was a sacrificial ritual
Inside my room last night
It was held there in secret
Hard to see anything in the candle light
Now there is melted wax all over my floor
And the scent of incense is rising up
From underneath the door
Now, maybe it was not as serious
As I am making it sound
Just you and me
Getting high and hanging out
Getting high and messing around
Getting high, trying to figure it out
I feel the burn, my tired feet
Not much to go, a few more streets
See, your face is all I need
My one and only, my sweet relief
And you would think I never had it
The way that this world likes my magic
But it was all for you
To continue to be able
To continue to be able
Right now
'Cause you and me
Getting high and hanging out
Getting high and messing around
Getting high, trying to figure it out
I don't need your reasons anymore
Don't need your reasons anymore
Need your reasons anymore
I put my wrong finger in the hot wax
Now I can't play for you like that
The last thing I need is truly
The stupid excuse for a reason to fight back
I can't begin
Begin to tell you
The way it all felt
When everything fell through
You moved to new york to meet a beautiful girl
And drink fancy cocktails without a care in the world
But you got scared, they're all gonna find someone else
So you find one and tell it things you're dying to tell
We got high as hell, how could I forget how it went?
It was a song about love and at the time it made sense
When the song ended we just layed there in bed
You had fallen asleep, but I stayed up and read
I made a list of everything I said I never meant
Considered all the things I never said, but I digress
I got dressed, kissed your forehead and left
You called me when you woke but I was sleeping off the meds
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