High - Elder Brother

I got high in your room

I wasn’t sure if you wanted to

But I laid down and so did you

A rush went to my head and something bloomed

Something new

So cut every tie and break every truce

I don’t know why

But I’m still thinking of you

Cut every tie and break every truce

Every time

I’m still thinking of you

I’m still thinking of you

I got high, you told me off

You said I looked a little lost

Well you were right, you usually are

And it’s just like they say

The feeling comes in waves

In waves

We paced your apartment

You said with tears in your eyes

«What if things don’t get better?

It’s this til we die?»

And I thought to myself

«Well hey, that doesn’t sound bad»

I could be back in Massachusetts with my mom and my dad

I could be back in the basement on the same sofa bed

So far deep underground, hell, well I could be dead

But I guess I’m still here and I’m thirty years in

When you come from New England that’s not a sure thing

And I cut every last tie and I broke every truce

But still every night I’m still thinking of you

I’m still thinking of you

I’m still thinking of you