You've gone up there fast You're probably stuck in a body cast Windows made of paper and glass You threw a rock at the throne You gotta leave while there's nothing wrong Building us a permanent home Everyone needs a place where they can go Television Little truck I got the key But the wheel is stuck All those half rules I'll bend them for you You're going uphill slow You got a handful of melted snow Candle for the afterglow It's only a paper moon you know As my vision doubles up I went to go by my car is stuck All those half rules I blame ya too Easy Easy Easy Easy