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-
