My punctured hull my infant squeeze
Holding leaves to autumn trees
And losing friends to some degree

And in the end from what I've seen
Nothings pure and nothings clean
And losing youth is losing me

Or at least that's how it seems to be

When the morning after hurts
And I don't even know why
I'm wondering what its worth
I barely even got high

I'm holding Caulfield close and I don't even know why

I barely even got high
I barely even got high
I barely even got high
I barely even got high
When holding let me go