Higher

This whiskey got me feelin’ pretty
So pardon if I’m impolite
I just really need your ass with me
I’m sorry ’bout the other night

And I know I could be more creative
And come up with poetic lines
But I’m turnt up upstairs and I love you
Is the only thing that’s in my mind

You take me higher, higher than I’ve ever been, babe
Just come over, let’s pour a drink, babe
I hope I ain’t calling you too late, too late
You light my fire

Let’s stay up late and smoke a J
I wanna go back to the old way
But I’m drunk instead, with a full ash tray
With a little bit too much to say

“We are messed up but at least we are real as hell.”


I mean, I like spontaneous and candid conversations and most of the time, I find myself gravitating towards people who are inoffensively blunt and give unequivocal answers. But recently I got so jaded of rudeness and immaturity. It’s pretty challenging to find confidants in this day and age of self-absorption after all. Resuming the life, and surrounding myself with positive, genuine people – the ones who matter.

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