I woke up the other day walked out to blue suburban skies,
skies filled with dreams and butterflies and i wondered to myself how do I fit in this game?
just a nameless face or faceless name
then i remembered an old friend of mine how we'd watch tv all night
tell each other about our dreams, but i don't see him no more, no.
light a cigarette and watch this day go by, burned another six minutes to the sky
i need a fucking answer but i guess that's why we live this life
a constant search for something right
now my mind is wondering how am i going to get fucked up today, light a bowl and see it all fade away
it happens everyday