I was stoned..

Alone in the parking lot
the sky was dark
and we were stoned
looking for a way out of the maze
i grabbed you're hand
to feel what it would feel like
you held it but we let go
and asked ourselves what we were doing
maybe we should stop smoking
the feeling of embarrassment surrounds me
everyday
and i cant get it away
and i cant stop thinking about it
cause I'm oh so ashamed
i wish i never let out my hand like that
i wish i never met you
cause now I'm torn in two
and I'm the one to blame
there has to be a reason
why i cant
stop
thinking
about
you..