Fuck fame it’s an ambush Fake friends and some bad luck Leavings always feeling damn good Like a scene from Wes Anderson One on one up the one oh one Grocery runs just for fun
Am I sad or am I lonely Watching calendars flip too slowly Our lives have us living like poetry Wild nights down the road not taken With me, myself and nobody I’ve been dreaming about somebody
Crush a beer in the backseat Kicked it into motion Then I kissed him in the ocean Hours with me are bittersweet Fruit strains on cheap tees Scraped knees on concrete Running laps through the oak trees You hold me, you know me
Eyes comb over 38th street Protests bleed into summer heat Time check, aren’t we due for the vaccine? Down to earth, but you’ve never met gravity No space for your apathy Man, I just miss being happy












