We were young and we were stupid I cut my teeth inside the fantasy They say that pride define your movement I guess that's what it made you stand to me My heebie-jeebies turned to rocks You medusa with the waves My "Free me, Free me!"s turned to "Watch" You mold the humans in the clay, but we was Nothing but bottlecaps Melting over hundred scraps Half my life was scraping by Don't know how to say goodbyes Fear mold, and actually It's weird to hold your casualties Meet your motive's slowest ebb We patrol the closest edge Deep below the crow's nest Steep it slow, we know best We define the road's curve We can rhyme the most words Silly boy's to hide the scream to smoke a spliff with diamond demons Making noise to fill the gaps Don't care if you feel the raps Fifty-fifth inside the lucy Sipping shit to ride the u-ie's I can let the lie consume me Anything to hide the buoys Storm's out You talking in the deep from where the horns lie I caught the closest raft until my feet could scrape the shore's spine ♪ And I won't ever get it back And I won't ever get it back And I won't ever get it back And I won't ever get it back