Got this thing in my brain
I don't know where i'm going
I hate my job, I work as little as possible, my apathy is showing
I'll run clean out of cash before the semester ends
But I got you, I got your love
And we keep moving back the bookends 'cause we need room for more
My mom's not a ghost
I'm not heart broken like you
Drive out west towards the coast, stand strong every pistol duel at high noon
Me and all my friends struck gold on the local scene
With shadynasty's Mako and Dirty Talk's every scream
Maybe it's not so bad with all these friends