no

 

i wish i got high like i used to get,

when swinging in your backyard still got me wet,

sometimes i like to pretend we never met, i’ve given it my best bet,

and still, yet,

i’ve come to regret

everything i’ve seen and screamed

how did i let you get in-between

the skin and the bone

under the fat

(I’m hard as stone)

 

still hear your moans when the man with dark hair groans

how could i have let this be condoned

and now what have i got to show?

i’m supposed to have learned a lesson.

But there is nothing new that i know.