Yeah it was you. It was you who mad me gloom. I’ve gone and got high. It wasn’t the worst of things I’ve done. I went home and you were no where to be seen, so I fell to my knees and cried on the bathroom floor. I wish you didn’t have to leave like this. I wish there was something I could have done instead. I laid in my bed, and thought about the things I could have done. I should have gone after you. I should have tried to ease you mind, to change the things you were thinking about. But I was stupid and it was too late to take back the things I’ve done. I tried too hard to make the words of others my own. I should have given you my heart. I tried my hand and I guess I had fun. I’ll go home and lay down on the kitchen floor. My luck is gone, all used up. Now I travel the roads with a lonely heart. So I got high, it wasn’t the worst that I’ve done. I went home and cried to my parents on the steps of their door. Why did things have to be like this? I thought I talked to god, but I’m not sure, it’s just a what if. My stomach growls for you, but my belly full from others. I’m not sure what I should do on days like this. I keep sitting here with these thoughts of what if. I tried hard to not think about the things that make me feel like hanging myself in the tree in front of your door. I couldn’t help to think about the stupid things we’ve done. I just wish there was some validity there. You get upset with me everyday, and I’m not sure why. There is nothing anymore. But I’ve got friends, and they’ve got friends and god they’re whores. And since you’ve been gone there has been so much stupid things that I’ve done. It’s no longer you naked on my bedroom floor. So I got high and I took her home. It’s not any different than before. I wish it was something different.