Matt Spisak - Near Riverside, CA

Breathing in one puff of gold
The same she used to smoke in my bed
My favorite color was her head

And I'm sure she's found some other guy
With four tired eyes
I wonder if I cross her mind
Wanna call her flipped a dime

Since I left for rehab
The drugs are cigarettes and I'm down a pack of reds
And I don't know who's is my head

I guess I'm just a little sick or than I thought
Maybe I always was
I tell my friends that I'm not

Am I pathetic or charming?
I'm only looking for honesty
Been five months since I've shared sheets
Do you still think of me?

Written by:
Matthew Spisak

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