It's Over, Lover

Sometimes I want to drown you in your vodka And I want to watch you suffer But that's you, not me I'd rather be a lover Smokin' that sweet Alaskan green It helps me to leave him in reality But he still corners me in every dream The only place he can really get to me Once in awhile I want to fuck your friends And I want you to want to kill me I'd never do that, 'cause you would No, I'd rather just be alone and happy Blunt after joint and then the pipe He never thought I'd be the type But once I saw that calm, warm light I gave in and out of his fight I hear only the SUBLIME I drink only what is FINE I smoke my Marbs all the TIME At last I live a beautiful LIFE Oh, pretty lost love of mine [1.1.09]