Can We Get Much Higher

Is this really who we are
Too busy shooting dope 
To see shooting stars 
Staring down the stairs
Comparing my life to theirs 
Fingers through my hair 
Baby you had me
Confused with somebody else 
Loving me is bad for your health 
Blinders from the booze are all cruel reminders 
Justa fool too cool to remember 
How fragile it all is 
It all is crumbling in front of us 
Somethings aren't broken till they bust 
I'll take the blame but you can point the finger at both of us 
Lust love hate trust 
Fate fake 
Loneliness 
Worst and best 
I saw you 
Did you see me or
Just my ugliness