 Pulling at your waistband, sand grains tumble out I've been high for three years, finally coming down Sitting at the fire, soaking flames of emotion Driving down the I-5, passing through the commotion I got film where you're frozen, with your smile and your pose And make you swim with the sharks, but you ain't been in the ocean You was doing the most, but I was looking for more Now we're different people standing other side of the dose And you know I'm really sorry about the way I did you bad I'm hoping that we moving on and put that in the past