You Were The Last High

i have known love like a whore
from at least ten thousand more
then i swore
that you were the last...

you were the last high

last night i put your painting back up
looked at it, smiled and wondered
if it was unfortunate that
you just happend to have met me at a very strange point of my life
then i put it back under my bed
and ill save it to some cold winter night

[at least now we know what not to do again]