I feel so alone on the fucking planet
I feel like a piece of fucking granite
I feel like this is gonna be a dylan
There’s is no right there is no wrong
Have you ever been washed ashore?
And felt like a, dirty, washed up, whore?
Me neither, but that shit rhymed,
Are we all just killing time?
I think we are, for no apparent reason
It just seems like the fucking season
I crawled in the back of a buddy’s truck
Man, was I ever fucked up
This song isn’t going anywhere
It’s just alleviating some of my fears
I don’t even know what they are
Writing sad songs, and shedding a tear
I wish I could write more up beat
But I see all the peeps on the street
I know this is pretty whack
But peeps at safeway be smoking crack
Sitting beside my fucking ride
In the underground
I offered them some coin
Told me to fuck off
I shook my head
And wished them luck
Told me to fuck off again
There is no right there is no wrong
Used to have to go the east end
To see that shit happening
Now it’s everywhere
And no one really fucking cares