you only care about yourself
and your fuckin weed,
you need help.
if this depression doesn't kill me,
can it at least make art feel fulfilling?
fuck...
it's like going to a beautiful pond
with the sun glaring and glowing on your arms
and in your mind you think,
man, can't wait to go home.
I can't wait to go home.
I can't wait to go home.
yeah, it's like laying in bed
and feeling like your bones are all made out of lead
and you can feel the wind as the world passes you by
passes you by
it passes you by.
yeah, it's like you're about to cry
and then a fucking witch cast a spell on your eyes
and now you're stuck with this feeling all day
you're stuck with this feeling all day
yeah, it's like driving your car
down the street and see some tree and some bark
and in your mind you think,
man, what if?
You need help by Hobo Johnson
