Yeah she dipped out,
smoked all my weed then she flipped out.
Left in my slumber, waited ‘til I passed out.
And on my dresser was a paper and her number,
I filled up with grass and I burned it, for summer.
Please don’t go, I will stay When everyone is leaving and you’re feeling strange See them fall, hear them say Trying to breathe but you’re feeling strange Oh woah, feel like you’re living, but you might be better off dead If you’re going under then I’ll be your oxygen