I never found out why you were crying
February stained my carpet floor
While all my friends were outside smoking cigarettes
Convincing my neighbours, we're the next Beat Generation
The dream is dead, I killed it
I got the photos back, and
None of us are smiling
None o

I'm setting pen to paper again
Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said
But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head
And content manifest don't feel good enough for them

So I
Try and transcend my ego
But don't we know
It will never work
Maybe I'l

Play me something that feels like
Dancing in my socks
With my third glass of wine
And play me something that makes me forget
That I gotta save up
Gotta pay for my casket

My body is a student house
With a mycologist, psychologist and painter chilling out
And they