It started when we were little kids 
Free spirits but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents we got together
And wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains 
And slipped through whatever cracks we can find minds altered 
We didn't falter in portraying hysterical and tragic characters
In a smog filled universe
We loved the dirty city 
And the journeys away from it 
We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves
Chase tails round and round in downward spiral 
Leaving trail of irretrievable vital life juice behind
Rhcp <3