Spring sprung late last year
Winters around the corner
Chemicals bind us here
You can leave if you want to
It's not your fault that the seasons always change
When I finally wash away the dirt from my hands, your fingers through my hair
But were you ever really there
Drowning in substances
Highlife and marijuana
Nothing could come of this constant paranoia
It's not your fault that the seasons always change
When I finally wash away the dirt from my hands, your fingers through my hair
But were you ever really there
