Mellow

Can you recall the time when we were feeling fine
And talking about the future in high fidelity
Thoughts like snorting white in Vegas
Almost made us forget about the mundane reality
But now no matter how I try
My messages were seen but not replied
Oh where were you while we were getting high
I stayed the same since our last goodbye
With a post-it spelling 'why'
Now I’m just a friend who writes the songs that make the young girls cry