When I was young had a lot of trials, Faked Smiles.
Pretend everything was fine, Denial.
Growing old drive a lot of miles, Have Style, Argyles.
Nah, but I wear a lot of sweaters, act better.
Dreaming bigger dreams, seeing better things.
But still my parents are apart of me, partially.
She loves he and they become we, he and she.
Forever with me plus three. But that's not reality.
I dream of bigger infinites.
The Faults were in their stars, not ours.
I get it, Families split, grow apart.
Keep her close through the arts.
Ma and me, no heart to hearts.
Dont get too close because I'm too smart.
Dont get me wrong, my loves strong.
But the drives long and thats whats wrong.
And shes like Cheech and Chong. So Gone. Now Im Gone.