all your favorite movies they ain't all that funny if you ain't that high and i ain't that high all your favorite books they wouldn't seem so well written if you were just a little bit more well read jack kerouac is dead he drank himself to death i just ain't that high all your favorite songs wouldn't seem so sad if you weren't so depressed elliott smith seems like a mess to me and you cry way too easily
the things that make you high will make you die
i went to your party and your party was got clever i put a milkcrate on my head and surrendered in the corner some borderline whore asked me how i'm liking california i just cried i saw you making eyes at some quote/unquote gorgeous guy look a little closer because he's covered in flies you're hot but you're fried you're cool but you're iced out you know exactly what i'm talking about
the things that make you high will make you die the crack has got you slipping through the cushions of the couch dilaudids got your head like a howling haunted house she said it's my party and i'll die if i want to you would too if it happened to you