What's up, I'm feeling down
Let's take a trip and go to town
My mouth is dry but what is this
It looks like beer but it tastes like piss
After the festival back on the train
They're using their sleeves to snort cocaine
Just as they do, a guard walks by
But they don't care, they're way too high
And I remember pretty lights as I was fixing myself a drink
I wasn't far from mad back then but now I'm finally on the brink
And even though I'm high I'm constantly, trying to get higher
Am I really that strange or just a bad liar?
I remember way back when we were young
Roaming around, having endless fun
Hiding behind the bushes in the park
Using an empty lighter for one last spark
But now it's all changed so much
Now there are bills to pay and such
You've gotta behave, a certain way
Or else put your madness on display
And I remember pretty lights as I was feeling rather stressed
Because so many shitty nights had caused me to feel a bit depressed
And even though I'm high I'm constantly, trying to get higher
Am I really that strange or just a bad liar?
All your accomplishments will be shadowed by doubt
Everyone's got a vice that they can't do without
Hiding in the comfort of a face in the crowd
Instead I'll hide in a bubble that I'll call my own and I won't come out
I won't come out
Because, there's too many things to think about
I spend all evening f*cking around
I'm tired, wanna go to bed
And the booze has gone straight to my head
Early morning stuck on a train
With smoke behind my eyes and tequila in my brain
It's a shame I don't have my keys anymore
Because it means tonight I'll have to sleep in front of the door
And then
I'll see all see those pretty lights
Inside the spectrum of my mind
Cause I'll need all those pretty lights
So I can finally unwind
And mines all out of gas so could you hand me a fire
I can't be strange, so I must be a bad liar