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I can't seem to wrap my head around
what you do to yourself.

You must be blinded by the smoke,
because you wouldn't do this
if you were thinking straight...
Right?

You're floating high high high
High all the time.

You don't know this,
but some nights I hear you
opening your window to
take another hit.
Some nights I hear you crying.

You're begging your friends for
something they do not want
to give you.
You're driving your girlfriend
off a ledge that she's
already been pushed off of too many times.
I've seen her scars.

You're pushing me off a ledge too,
you know.
But of course you don't.

You're starting to look a lot less
like the big brother that I love.
Loved.
You don't seem to be him, though.
He used to tickle me,
and write songs for me
and sing with me.

Now when I look at you I just see
memories that won't repeat themselves.
I see red-rimmed eyes.
I see an addict.

Description
I can't seem to wrap my head around
what you do to yourself.

You must be blinded by the smoke,
because you wouldn't do this
if you were thinking straight...
Right?

You're floating high high high
High all the time.

You don't know this,
but some nights I hear you
opening your window to
take another hit.
Some nights I hear you crying.

You're begging your friends for
something they do not want
to give you.
You're driving your girlfriend
off a ledge that she's
already been pushed off of too many times.
I've seen her scars.

You're pushing me off a ledge too,
you know.
But of course you don't.

You're starting to look a lot less
like the big brother that I love.
Loved.
You don't seem to be him, though.
He used to tickle me,
and write songs for me
and sing with me.

Now when I look at you I just see
memories that won't repeat themselves.
I see red-rimmed eyes.
I see an addict.