Speechless

So I'm smoking like a chimney
I feel fucked up, I got too much drink into me.
It's a shame that you can't be around.

I got you on my mind, I got shit on my mind,
I got plenty of time to just sit and rewind and just call up the line, and sip on my wine because this is bugging me out...I wish you were mine.

So I'm kinda pissed off, I miss the way that we used to get off, and the way that you held my hand when I threw a strut.

That's all gone now and I'm feeling kinda lost.