Menthol

Coats the back of my tongue

I don't even like nicotine

But I'm playing dumb to fit in

I can't

Empathize with anything

I'm still high from that edible

That I took last spring in your room

-Fuck-

(Relax)

(Now if you'll sit back in your chairs)

(Close your eyes)

(Dismiss everything from your minds)

(Everything, Everything)

(Our bodies are relaxed)

Your perfect room your perfect hair

Fairy lights that tiny chair

Right where I sat in when you paint my nails all black

But there it comes

That timely glare

But I can't help but stop and stare

At all the writing on the wall

Menthol

Coats the back of my tongue

I don't even like nicotine

But I'm playing dumb to fit in

I can't

Empathize with anything

I'm still high from that edible

That I took last spring in your room

-Fuck-

The stripped nails

The broken chair

My mom is asking where you've been

Spring has come and there it went

Winter's here I've barley slept

Edibles and nicotine

Loving you but missing me

Times have changed

That's really deep

But someone tell me why I peaked in high school

Plain white-tees and vans shoes

Three thousand miles gone and I'm still thinking about that venue

The music was way too loud

I really couldn't breathe too well

You took me out and calmed me down

Gave me one more drag of your

Menthol

Coats the back of my tongue

I don't even like nicotine

But I'm playing dumb to fit in

I can't

Empathize with anything

I'm still high from that edible

That I took last spring in your room

-Fuck-