I'm left with my lobotomy.
Lost dreams of teenage piracy.
To scour night time city streets and benefits for us to reap and all of us and all our scores, we run the streets they'd lock their doors.
We're not a stop or detour we take their world over.
And when it's summer I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer.
And when they all leave, I'll sleep all fucking winter.
But when the sun does rise.
I'll open up my eyes, and start the day.
I woke up an adult today, at a loss for the things to say.
And as I think and try to start, I'm found here with these worlds apart.
On city streets in awe and stunned in burning heat of revolution, and as age makes me older, why can't we start this over.
And when it's summer, I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer.
And when they all leave, I'll sleeep all fucking winter.
But when the sun does rise.
I'll open up my eyes, and start the day.
I only smoke newports.
I only drink mexican coke.
I only surround myself with people that the world's lost all hope.
When I'm at my end and I'm surrounded by these friends, well then they'll look back to my life and know it was no fucking joke.
I only smoke newports.
I only drink mexican coke.
I only surround myself with poeple that the world's lost all hope.
When I'm at my end and I'm surrounded by these friends, well then they'll look back to my life and know it was no fucking joke.