Great, I mean I love it all the same
I'm just looking for conditions someone tell me who's to blame
For every time I laughed it off when maybe I should stand my ground or let it slide like Broken glasses shatter
I don't hear a sound I'm pretty happy for the most part
As a kid my mom was angel and my dad was fucking Mozart
Little bro was crazy he might have a chance at knowledge he could read a thousand Books and then he'd start a Fucking college where was me
Little kid I wasn't that bad
Write in red like I just dipped my pen in cab sav
Who's to blame for all the dumb kids with big dreams, I could only feel it if I saw it on the Screen
But now I'm better whatever taking all my blame I'm complacent like I'm just stuck in my Mind
Better get my thoughts in arrangement and I'm so young but outdated from hearing Strangers belated who saying
Man I'm so happy for everything that you came with
Tommy stop it you could rock it take a pill and pop it
So obnoxious feeling nauseous that's not how I roll I promise
Gin and tonic love and logic missing all those lovely nights
Where I could lift away the sky and take a look at what's behind hey