neveryone is so kind as they waste my timeni will trade my mind for anothernrip my ticket to get over youni feel sicker every time i try to provengrab my pocket while i stagger aheadncan't you see that need this ticket everyone i know is a drag.nnwhat's wrong with that boy againntalk into my hand and get outnnkick my habit with a punch to my headnengineering tools to set me straightnstrike me harder to adjust the truthnfor all to see trade apathy for remedy so i can feel for younneyes wide open lips are dry mind's forever doomedni might be slightly overdressed i'll be finished soonncheck my cover save my soul be my lover take the blownacting so damn naturally hush little baby do you really thinknnIt's roy with that bong again