These months have been eating me recently/
bringing me to my knees n' defeating me easily...

Ive been drifting away..
I've been drifting away...

My head is mechancial,
Can't think straight when it rains...

Is my skin blue,
or am I see through...

It's not weed that I heat up as a roach/
with marlboro smoke to choke up my throat...

If I could make everyone happy - I'd of won life
If everyone could feel joy - I'd have none but one...

Holding your hand - your the earth I'm the sand
understand.. I want to be your man like you plan...