I made this mess so I'll clean it up. I'm flying solo cups to fuel my self-esteem. But then I
crashed.Can you see the smoke? Don't trip, I'm only stoned but lacking urgency, so call the
calvary. Cause I'm searching for someone that doesn't ever think of me. It's getting hard to
believe. We're managing adults. But we still have our faults. This is the dream but we're
stuck chasing paper taking shots with no chasers. Picked up on all the signs, reading between the lines and looked the other way. Until you drown in this paradigm, stories and alibis are fading to the memories. Of all the bridges left burning, this is the heat I can't take. Unrelenting candid scorched and reeling. With all this constant pressure, it's hard to keep this together.
Fuck all them haters.