I love you always, you're always
high
I enjoy your jokes, you enjoy
mescaline
You were my first love, I was your
painkiller
You couldn't handle all the
hurt
Traded the pain for a life of
waste
Your bedroom will give me
lung cancer
And someday I will pick you out of a
gutter.

It seems that years ago you
died
Unfortunately my love for you
never will
Am I visiting you or visiting
a grave?