You were my drug
But drugs are bad

You were a hipster
But youve never been rad

You were crying
But you were never sad

You pretend everything
You never had

But you were good at hugs
I'm still so glad,
Oh no I don't want, don't need drugs

Some people can deal with them,
I know
Some people would steal them
And when
I think about how how smoke flies
And alcohol flows
And people believe the dreams and lies
Then..
I think I don't wanna know