High Little Hatter [unfinished...I Think]

i sit and i draw your face as i see it a stoned little mad hatter, now without me, yeah your now without me, and you dont seem to care alice is gone, your alone in your lair a lonely little tea party with just one guest the hooka you won from the catapillar in a bet gambeling away your last bits of sanity seems youve already lost your last bits of morality laughing with crulety at the pain in my heart swearing you forget the night we werent apart mind to mind lips to lips forgetting each passionate kiss body to body skin to skin not a stich of clothing to seperate us, yeah we were together just us there now im laughing through these tears damning you for all the pain i bare and thinking, remembering that you dont care