Um, huh

'04 Corolla and the cigarette I'm holdin' ain't in love

But I guess that shit's enough right now

'04 Corolla and the cigarette I'm holdin' ain't in love

But I guess that shit's enough

Yeah

If left to my own vices, I mean, I'd probably be engulfed

The cigarette smoke, spliff hits, pockets full of empty hopes

No one notices I'm the man who walks alone and caughts his load

Lost upon an empty road, hot springs hollow and pray no one knows

Sometimes I find a mansion under pretty people and broken homes

Sometimes it's both and grind the scrolls through insecurities and overgrown

Let the daffodils I see when it speaks in its golden tones

When sentiments arise from words we spoke

In starry nights, I'm feelin' nice for a moment 'til it's gone

I guess it's life, it's wicked, someone dippin' for a slice

I played the plight of problem child, Pied Piper play right in spite of broken minds

Caught up in constant pursuit of garbage that be shoved inside my eyes

But I'm alive

At least it's act

It's a day to watch my mama watch my vacuums

Some one's washing hers, at least occasionally givin' her a pap

But not every chocolate forest fostered, always gone in blufting

Sometimes life's a box of chocolates choked with shit you'll never have

Last night I had a dream the world was ending, the moment and the place in which we're at

Notice the starting and the similarities between dreamscape and where I stand

Neo-Nazis on the rise, my pall movements comin' back

And we all a captive audience, Trump's latest coupe they attack

Tap dancin' news reporters can cut they strings, they too advanced

And we all just singin' in a trance

Somethin' like

I've been lost

I've been too afraid to talk

I've been lost

I've been too afraid to talk

I've been lost

I've been too afraid to talk

I've been lost

I've been too afraid to talk

'04 Corolla and the cigarette I'm holdin' ain't in love

But I guess that shit's enough right now

'04 Corolla and the cigarette I'm—

Fucked it up

Thanks for listenin', though