Postscript

Wish you had turn around, beg me to stay

I'd die for west coast, to live at the bay

Listen to music and seek for the keys

I do not find, I don't find, I just seek

Small orange peels in the people I meet

Hatred for people, I cannot agree

Texas took my soul to heaven, I ride

Living for dying, I'd die for your life

Heavy on my heart, a bible for mine

Seek and I doubt it, without it, I'd thrive

Take me, I feel it in my bones, I'd drive

Forever and ever til we both die

Cancel the tickets, I'd rather alive

'Cause coughing's for dead people

I will stop time

Feelings I hold it in my chest, feel the weight

'Cause having too much makes your soul kind of ache

Greed is for sinners and I'm not a saint

But I'm counting up every word that you ate