all your favorite movies
they ain't all that funny
if you ain't that high
and i ain't that high
all your favorite books
they wouldn't seem so well written if you were just a little bit more well read
jack kerouac is dead
he drank himself to death
i just ain't that high
all your favorite songs wouldn't seem so sad
if you weren't so depressed
elliott smith seems like a mess to me
and you cry way too easily.
the things that make you high will make you die
i went to your party and your party was got clever
i put a milkcrate on my head and surrendered in the corner
some borderline whore asked me how i'm liking california
i just cried
i saw you making eyes at some quote/unquote gorgeous guy
look a little closer because he's covered in flies
you're hot
but you're fried
you're cool
but you're iced out
you know exactly what i'm talking about.
the things that make you high will make you die
the crack has got you slipping through the cushions of the couch
dilaudids got your head like a howling haunted house
she said it's my party and i'll die if i want to
you would too if it happened to you.
