I'm in a wrestling with myself again
I wonder who's gonna win
Sumo on the one side, Pluto on the drum line
Maybe they'll be friends
Who knows what they say, who knows when
The feelings change
Miranda's on the porch swing, Kyle's got a diamond ring
Made it out of mouse hair
The older kids doing drugs, gettin' out and gettin' fucked
Wonder how it really feels
Who knows what they say, who knows when
The feelings change
I'm running low on dopamine
I'm diving on the slope, flying at blazing speeds
Passing all the maple trees, glass in the honey bees
Frozen in time
What are you so mad about? Why do you scream and shout?
Who didn't you love when you need it the most
Now you're a tortured mut growl, poison generations
Below and after all those who've hurt are gone
I'm running low on dopamine
I'm starting to coast, lower down gradually
Where am I going? When did all these hilly streets
Get so flat?
I'm running low on dopamine
Life's made of stone
Is this how it's supposed to be? Is this how it's gonna be?
Is this how I'm gonna be until the end?
Who knows, who knows
