Moonboy, I hope you make it home Feel a burning in your throat from the Patrón You clench your hands Where are your friends? It would be nice to feel again ♪ Every inch of me feels like I'm dying
Guess I shoulda let go I throw my fists out when I get excited Can't hold my liquor when I blow I think I never wanna see another face in my living room What can I do? I think I never was the kind, find my place back in middle school But I wont move ♪ I hear your call from my pant pocket, you make me sick ♪ I've seen it all from my space rocket, you don't mean shit