Mondo Rush

I miss my crutch I drank too much Hiding behind the asshole who talked too loudly Fond memories of blacking out all the light While cracking my head with hangovers Yes, wigging out is fine You're encouraged to color outside the line No, you do not bore us You may bore yourself with diamond tip to a dust Guess where the compass points, wasn't always North We can turn it around, we can turn it around We can turn it around right now Poles are shifting gears I lost my touch Poke, joke and punch Gone once I stepped on that wagon again Social anxiety, depressed by the zombies Because they're having much more fun than me Yes, wigging out is fine You're encouraged to throw your ass on the line No, you do not bore us You may bore yourself with diamond tip to a dust Guess where the compass points, wasn't always North We can turn it around, we can turn it around We can turn it around right now Poles are shifting Here, would you like a beer? Yes, I'm feeling weird I just want to relax again But I fear that I'll climb up a tree again and fall down Down, down, down Mo: When you hear the pop you stop Me: When the tunnel closes off your vision Gone, all your judgment is not enough Buzz, animal angles rising mondo rush Yes, to the primal view you can say farewell Move along, move along No, you do not bore us You may bore yourself with diamond tip to a dust Guess where the compass points, wasn't always North We can turn it around, we can turn it around We can turn it around right now Poles are shifting here