| I swear I won’t lie but it’s hard to describe
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| I’m so bad with faces, with name stakes and places
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| My days and nights change but it all stays the same
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| And I’m too high to camp but I’m going nowhere
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| Maybe tomorrow I’ll know what to say
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| But right now, I have no words
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| All my traditions are just superstitions
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| All my ambition is run by addiction
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| I won’t break my figure on smoking and drinking
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| I’ve gotta get high so I’ll say my goodbyes
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| I wish I could find all the right words to say
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| But right now, I have no words
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| I’ll have to preserve or I can’t resolve
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| My family and friends don’t even show again
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| I’m pale and I’m frail, it’s likely I’ll fail
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| So don’t place your bets 'cause it’s high over Yale
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| I know I’ll be sorry, so sorry for you loss
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| But right now there are no words |