Why? I should hate him For all he's done to me For all we've been through, crooked history Mystery, it's therapy when he smiles at me I see, in his smile, the past and the prospective Two sides to a story, the bright and depressive He held in his hand more than he'll ever acknowledge My twisted heart still hopes to get him back after college My mind still envisions a future with him I'd be getting rocks, he'd be spitting slim Two cute boys toking home grown weed That's the kind of parent I wanna be to my kids If only he was still by, if he'd wanted to make it work Give it a try But he never did, never will, never will And I'm high admitting this tale is unreal Wishing that once more his smile I'd see His touch I'd feel, his breath when he stood next to me It's been almost a year and it still stings My heart still complains when I'm told there's other chicks he rings There's nothing that could more joyful be Than my mind erasing all of he I should hate him For all he's done to me But I love him I'll always cherish his memory