Who are you to point the blame,
blow my brains out all over the sidewalk,
take all of your smiles and hitch hike away,
i must've been high.
Place my foot in my mouth and keep it shut,
cause i don't want to speak to anyone,
buildings crumble all around me,
i must've been high.
Who are you to wave the fairest well,
where do all these soul surfers come from?
your falling in a well with no escape,
i must've been high.
Silence speaks the loudest truth,
blame takes the form of an excuse,
not being fair is "why you kissed me,"
i must've been high.