I was walking down the sidewalk. My thoughts in my hand. I looked to the ground, they were written in the cement? I thought to myself, about how they became, someone else's art project getting covered in paint. So I walked down the road, to see what there is to see. They're people growing old, people just like me. I asked some girl, "Is this as good as it gets?" She nodded her head so I said, "Fuck this."
I thought about the people who lived in this town. Some asshole cops, kids on the playground. The day is gone. The night is here. Lets stay high, lets never fear. I've read the maps, up and down. Ive packed my shit for I'm leaving this t