Shoebox letters from last April, spread out on my kitchen When i think about it, things go left but at least we know whos winning And its not us Yeah were lost inside the spiral I think im right In my jacket of denial Ive been high but i been drivin, so try to stop me now I am stuck inside the parking lot, the oasis of my town And its not us Yeah were lost inside the spiral I think im right In my jacket of denial And its not us Yeah were lost inside the spiral I think im right In my jacket of denial (Thanks for the letter M)