I don't really know where I stand But the edge is fine
I still wonder who I am when I Walk on crooked lines
Lately, it's neoliberal plans or Communist concoctions
This city ate me whole and then it Ate all other options
And mike would hit me up, i'm Down to clown!
These expressions I miss most When he's not around
This frustration with myself, I Can't verbalize
But I'll leave the feeling on a shelf To metastasize
Hey mike, these people act like Children
Aimless without grasp that Thursday nights are someday Ending
And of course those good things never last
Just take our best friend in the Army
Who joined so he could pick
Between pensacola, florida or Somewhere by the pacific
With only three months out of jersey,
After he stopped feeling homesick
With only three months out of jersey,
He gets stationed at fort dix
And mike would hit us up, I'm Down to clown
While they both get fucked up, I'm Not allowed
I forget about the world I'm not Fitting in
And the futility I am beneath this Skin
Na na na, na na na na