Drunken footsteps
angry footsteps...

He's lucky he even made it to 7th grade
the A's were left astray...

Tell me something, whisper anything
hang my hopes high, keep pretending...

All day I dream about dreaming...about things that...
I woke up one morning...

We bumped into each other the other day
its kinda strange...

I'm just speaking from the deepest
cave in my heart...

Rap metaphors
like connect four...

Why do you feel you must hide this from me?
I've noticed the changes, they're not hard to see...

Just another soldier
serving in this war we call an American dream...

Rippled in and out of time
visions of you are easy to find...

I don't know how it got this way
my past is phased...

Where is my home?
I may never know...