High

When i first saw you, I was really shy.
But the reason we talked was because i was high.
There were times, that I almost died.
But I always forget the times we said bye.
The thingy of zebra, was tripping me out.
So were the times your mother would shout.
When I'd sober up, I'd hide like a mouse.
So see ya my buddy, I'd go straight to my house.

To my home-girl Tyle aka ~Angel~