time and pills,
let's waste a year
the phone is tuned,
the way is clear
there's some less sure
of hate and love,
and some can say
where everyone
fits in
try and see,
the words feel dry
the morning breathes,
the evening dies
it's not like all
can walk on through
it's more just luck
that makes you choose,
a side
everybodys kinda' stoned
more distance...
come on...
