People always ask if you're doing alright
But only want you to say that you're doing fine
I wish we'd just throw pleasantries away
And go back to sharing nothing but ashtrays
Romanticize all of my childhood ignorance
When I was getting high just tryna live a bit
Keep looking back and seeing better days
Don't recognize I'm in the better days
I'm done with asking questions
I know who I am
I like motorcycles
Pretending like I'm zen
I'm a wordsmith
A thinker
I'm the sacrificial son
A purist of reason
The killer of free will
In the abyss I'll be for long
Time to start heading on back
A hundred times I've watched my death
I looked so happy when I was young
I looked so happy, I looked so happy
It hurts more to live a second time
Observing with no surprise
Death's not something to escape
But going back's a more painful fate
The world's spinning on, cares about you none
Every second's farther from when we were young
Just stranded forwards, stuck and numb
Do you believe in right and wrong?
If you could choose which would be gone?
What's being alive if there's no death?
If every moment would always exist
What if every color was the same
A flat line of passing days
The world's spinning on, cares about you none
Every second's farther from when we were young
Just stranded forwards, stuck and numb