Great, I mean I love it all the same I'm just looking for conditions someone tell me who's to blame For every time I laughed it off when maybe I should stand my ground or let it slide like Broken glasses shatter I don't hear a sound I'm pretty happy for the most part As a kid my mom was angel and my dad was fucking Mozart Little bro was crazy he might have a chance at knowledge he could read a thousand Books and then he'd start a Fucking college where was me Little kid I wasn't that bad Write in red like I just dipped my pen in cab sav Who's to blame for all the dumb kids with big dreams, I could only feel it if I saw it on the Screen But now I'm better whatever taking all my blame I'm complacent like I'm just stuck in my Mind Better get my thoughts in arrangement and I'm so young but outdated from hearing Strangers belated who saying Man I'm so happy for everything that you came with Tommy stop it you could rock it take a pill and pop it So obnoxious feeling nauseous that's not how I roll I promise Gin and tonic love and logic missing all those lovely nights Where I could lift away the sky and take a look at what's behind hey