who says i can’t get stoned,
turn off the lights and the telephone,
me and my house alone,
who says i can’t get stoned

who says i can’t be free,
from all of the things i used to be,
rewrite my history,
who says i can’t be free

it’s been a long night in new york city
it’s been a long night in batton rouge
i don’t remember you looking any better
but then again, i don’t remember you

who says i can’t get stoned
call up a [boy] that i used to know
fake love for an hour or so
who says i can’t get stoned

who says i can’t take time
meet all the [boys] on the county line
wait on fate to send a sign
who says i can’t take time

it’s been a long night in new york city
it’s been a long night in austen too
i don’t remember you looking any better
but then again, i don’t remember you

who says i can’t get stoned
plan a trip to japan alone
doensn’t matter if i even go
who says i can’t get stoned

who says

while the smell of expensive cologne, prestegious liquer and european cigarettes linger on her skin

just a boy and a girl,
unbounded energy runs through their veins
her flushed cheeks are rosie in the sunlight
and his eyes sparkle in the most unusual way.

these feelings he feels
they’re unstoppable, uncontrollable.
the magnitude of his happiness;
it exceeds the walls that surround him;
annihilating his barriers.

light on her feet,
cautious of every move she makes..but not for his sanity; for hers.
overanalysed thoughts, and criticized notions follow her foot prints.
stepping on her heels, poking at her back,
pulling on her hair, screaming at her brain.

she maneuvers herself with perfection,
flowing through every obstacle before her.
he finds her body, runs his hands down her sides,
over the curves of her hips, the denim of her shorts,
until he finds her hands.
she fits her fingers in the spaces between his and
it feels right, like they’ve been there all along,
but feels new, like the thrill of jumping into the unkown

the unkown is what’s to come,
no predictions on earth could spoil the ending,
cause it’s something no one can write down on paper,
or speak through their lips,
and it remains unknown,
forever.

These days I haven’t been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving,
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye.

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night.
And I go back to [the summer] all the time.
Turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I’d go back to [the summer] turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to [the summer] all the time