Amy Powers - Second-Hand High Lyrics

Those butterflies in my stomach
They keep stinging like bees
My blood is filling with toxins
They help me sleep when you invade my dreams

I text you on our anniversary
Happy March fifteenth
I guess you really lost track of time
Just like my birthday and valentines

And, oh
Rehearsing ways to tell my nephew you won't be here anymore
And, oh
I get excited when the dogs bark at my door
Even they miss you too

Our memories all feel so foggy now
I blame the world for shutting down
I crack a window and thoughts come out
Like was I happy or second-hand high

And I'm easy to love
All I ask is for the little things
Like flowers even weeds
Or notes that are sweet
And if I'm lucky arm tickles

And, oh
Rehearsing ways to tell my family you won't be here anymore
And, oh
I get excited when the dogs bark at my door

Four years, a presidency
A life killing virus, we graduated college
Still we stood quiet, at funerals for friends
Guess everything ends

But I want you to know
I let myself go to hold on to you
Such a stupid thing to do

I keep my mind on things that stayed the same
Like the hours on the clock
Or the sunrise on the dock
And that I still write songs about you
Yeah I still write songs about you