Words and music by Wiggie
You inhaled your best friend's bag of weed (In about an hour)
I put down a six-pack worth of been (And a whiskey sour)
Somethings might have been said... I don't know (I can't remember)
I woke up with a headache, sprawled out on the floor
When my memory looks back upon things
Half as fast as when they happened
I can think of what I should have said
But a second chance is non-existant
Specially under your resistence
You put up a fucker of a fight
I could have done without last night
We're living in a pocket, trapped beneath our vows
And finding how to surface is hard to figure out
"I don't need you, I don't want you, I don't love you anymore"
The words that crash into me as you walk out of the door
When my memory looks back upon things
Half as fast as when they happened
I can think of what I should have said
But a second chance is non-existant
Specially under your resistence
You put up a fucker of a fight
I could have done without last night
Could have done without last night
Could have done without last night
Could have done without last night
It's hard to keep composure
It's hard to bite my tounge
When your scent has been washed from everything that I've become
From my pillow, from my bedsheets, and even from my skin
The things that make me think of you, they are diminishing
When my memory looks back upon things
Half as fast as when they happened
I can think of what I should have said
But a second chance is non-existant
Specially under your resistance
You put up a fucker of a fight
I could have done without last night
Could have done without last night
Could have done without last night
Could have done without last night