All the little people are smoking
and weve been out here all day working
i never knew you liked it
They spit you out when they were done teasing
The butterfly got scorched in the bottom wasteland
They all had different colors they know what your thinking
Some say follow my ways and the others well i just dont know
All the little people are smoking

...

ive got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth

my god. that is everything

homes have stopped being homes. Now they are real estate

we all learn from our mistakes and how to run away from them
scared of that jump that culd leave my heart crushed
misguided ghosts i dont know where im going
or who im going to be
but im no where near close
if you need me id be there in a second
when this world doesnt treat you fairly
im almost a believer