I’m an asthmatic, weed fanatic when I get high I leave the planet

Eleanor Dean
@eleanordn
Genres
Bopdrops
you hurt my heart and subsequently I hurt others
I’ll take you to see your man
His friends come round, they pass her round, Her head goes round the bend
I don’t understand, Why do I stress the man? When there’s so many bigger things at hand We coulda never had it all We had to hit a wall So this is inevitable withdrawal Even if I stop wanting you A perspective pushes through I'll be some next man's other woman soon
Dead men at the bar, I’ve drank with them all
I should’ve went home
Drunk text to come over, we don’t talk when we’re sober
Oh, it don’t make sense
We could have been a thing but you slept on me so I’m sleeping with him He’s a real man, badman sipping on gin
but something dies inside you when winter rears it’s face
Darling, I don't trust anyone She said "I'm not anyone"