Moonboy, I hope you make it home
Feel a burning in your throat from the Patrón
You clench your hands
Where are your friends?
It would be nice to feel again
Every inch of me feels like I'm dying
Guess I shoulda let go
I throw my fists out when I get excited
Can't hold my liquor when I blow
I think I never wanna see another face in my living room
What can I do?
I think I never was the kind, find my place back in middle school
But I wont move
I hear your call from my pant pocket, you make me sick
I've seen it all from my space rocket, you don't mean shit
