All the greats die young

That's probably why I'm still alive

So I'll cry and cry

But as the smells cave in

It's probably why I don't feel so right

So I lie and lie

I'm just trying find, good signs, and good times

To get high, try my best to stay out of my mind

I'm just trying find

Long nights, the good fight, to stay high

And try my best, to stay out, of my mind

Happy is temporary, but I can't look back

Medicate till I feel something

Did I just say that?

Ate all those strawberries, but somehow still lack

Medicate till I feel nothing

I didn't mean to say that

It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries

It's me, just me in a field of strawberries

I think I'll walk outside

Butt naked into the night

Right into those oceans waves

Tell me if I die here

In a field of my own fears

It's probably why I don't feel alright

I'm just trying to find, good signs, and good times

To get high, try my best to stay out of my mind

I'm just trying to find

Long nights, the good fight, to stay high

And try my best, to stay out, of my mind

Happy is temporary, but I can't look back

Medicate till I feel something

Did I just say that?

Ate all those strawberries, but somehow still lack

Medicate till I feel nothing

I didn't mean to say that

It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries

It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries

As I watch my skin decay, the water as it pulls away

My love for fruit will slowly change

And my heart will finally sway

As I grow through the years, my field becomes dry of fear

My love for fruit will finally fade, happy in this field of strawberries

Happy is temporary, but I can't look back

Medicate till I feel something

Did I just say that?

Ate all those strawberries, but somehow still lack

Medicate till I feel nothing

I didn't mean to say that

It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries

It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries

As I watch my skin decay, the water as it pulls away

My love for fruit will slowly change

And my heart will finally sway

As I grow through the years, my field becomes dry of fear

My love for fruit will finally fade, happy in this field of strawberries