| Oooh I wish I would
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| You wish I would too
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| Oooh I wish I would
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| Dreaming off gas again
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| Looking for the stars shining brighter than a diamond in the rough
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| I’ve had enough of sitting on the couch and living in my brain
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| Time for some, time for some action again
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| It’s better than a loss unless picking up another bad habit
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| Gotta drop the cigarettes and the caffeine damn-it
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| It’s a famine in my stomach
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| Gotta nourish her
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| Encourage her
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| My eyes wide open to revealings
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| Can I touch it
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| Can I make it to the mourning
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| I’m an 818 valley dweller with a feather hat
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| Think I’m Peter Pan
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| I wanna live infinity
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| And meet her man
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| A chick on my divinities
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| Telling me I’m not immortal
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| Gotta get my shit together
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| Real quick, real shit
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| Many a pine box and frame will fit
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| Escape pattern traps
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| And commit to thy own self be true through the grim and the grit
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| Exercise my body and mind
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| Just a reminder to pull up the blinds
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| Turn off the television and go outside
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| Underground, overground
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| Hoper abound
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| Here lines in the sand get erased
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| When the base shakes
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| Earthquakes, face plates
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| Frame where it takes place
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| First rate, talk great
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| Line up the space
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| Let’s walk outside the lines of chalk
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| Oooh I wish I would
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| You wish I would too
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| Gonna find a sense of purpose
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| Words without action worthless
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| So no more delays
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| Things are gonna change
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| Time to flip the switch and focus
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| Escape the waking locusts
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| Swarming around my brain
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| Things will be ok
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| No more lying
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| Barely trying
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| Waiting for another day |