I don't really know where I stand But the edge is fine I still wonder who I am when I Walk on crooked lines Lately, it's neoliberal plans or Communist concoctions This city ate me whole and then it Ate all other options And mike would hit me up, i'm Down to clown! These expressions I miss most When he's not around This frustration with myself, I Can't verbalize But I'll leave the feeling on a shelf To metastasize Hey mike, these people act like Children Aimless without grasp that Thursday nights are someday Ending And of course those good things never last Just take our best friend in the Army Who joined so he could pick Between pensacola, florida or Somewhere by the pacific With only three months out of jersey, After he stopped feeling homesick With only three months out of jersey, He gets stationed at fort dix And mike would hit us up, I'm Down to clown While they both get fucked up, I'm Not allowed I forget about the world I'm not Fitting in And the futility I am beneath this Skin Na na na, na na na na