Sweet remedy

We was in the middle of a good smoke, chillin on a high, the sweet kind.
You left half way, ash tray half full joint half smoked and seat cold.
No mileage, the song which made our bodies press together, soft enough you left your own birth mark on me. No mileage was cut short.
Like keys you hung on to my feelings and emotions, but all keys get lost at some point.
Objects can be replaced.
Right now when this song plays on, your going to remember me for the girl that moved on.
My sweet remedy