high

Grace Vanderwaal

My breath starts to slow
In the front seat saying: Man, it s been a long time
Remember where we used to go?
On the back woods under street lights

Oh, the air is soft and gentle
It s forging and king
Tell me what I m thinking
Are you reading my mind?

Do you want to get high?
White sugar and iced tea
In porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Do you want to get high?
High
Oh, high
Oh ooh

If I could freeze time
I d take a piece of every season, we
We overstepped our line
A paper box vessel of misguided reason

The air is soft and gentle
It s forgiving and kind
Tell me what I m thinking
Are you reading my mind?

Do you want to get high?
White sugar and iced tea
In porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat

Want to get high?
White sugar and iced tea
In porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Do you want to get high?
High
Oh, high
Oh ooh
Do you want to get high?
High
Oh, high
Oh ooh