Nov 2011
Waking up next to a beautiful girl,
and falling for the wonders of this beautiful world,
the poetry in the trees let the sun in my hair
and the ever-fluid music hung like honey in the air.
I remember a day at the fair with my brother.
We loaded up on acid and we smiled at eachother.
We looked upon the city knowing life was alright,
because what's mine is his and what's his is mine.
See I do have times when life feels so right
and when I get old and day turns to night,
I'll look back when I was young and had the feeling I was free,
learning new places with my own two feet.
When sometimes in life I fall I gotta get back up,
and sometimes in life I'll fail but it's just bad luck,
But when I'm down and out and the times get tough
I'll remember that the weight of the world is love.
...
I always thought a lot about life and love
with attributes to cosmos and mindful stuff.
But since I quit drugs I've forgotten of the simple
things to become a righteous one.
A sightless son, blinded by the colors
that I used to know; they slowly seemed to fade
as I began to grow so old.
And where'd it go?
My childhood's smile I want it back-
the days on the playground playing tag,
when I could go to school and still take a nap,
I miss that.
And if I miss that, then will I miss this?
I mean I'm eighteen I'm still kind of a kid.
I can almost get by without having a job
and I still enjoy writing simple lyrics to a song.
And I may be wrong, maybe missing the point,
but I can get a hit of high from other hooks than a joint.
It was all so simple when I had **** to turn to
but now I'm not allowed to **** around so much.
If I do I'll end up back inside of a cell.
And next time my parents won't offer any help.
The law's gonna throw me back to the wolves
and I'll be with nobody but me and myself.
I thought a lot about it, and how I'd grown
into some stranger that I've never known.
A lonely kid gone lost from the start,
a savage beast with no love in his heart.
I smelled like smoke
plus a coke stained nose,
but that's not how the ending
to this story goes.
I still got **** to do
and new friends to meet.
Gotta find out about a different side of me.
and falling for the wonders of this beautiful world,
the poetry in the trees let the sun in my hair
and the ever-fluid music hung like honey in the air.
I remember a day at the fair with my brother.
We loaded up on acid and we smiled at eachother.
We looked upon the city knowing life was alright,
because what's mine is his and what's his is mine.
See I do have times when life feels so right
and when I get old and day turns to night,
I'll look back when I was young and had the feeling I was free,
learning new places with my own two feet.
When sometimes in life I fall I gotta get back up,
and sometimes in life I'll fail but it's just bad luck,
But when I'm down and out and the times get tough
I'll remember that the weight of the world is love.
...
I always thought a lot about life and love
with attributes to cosmos and mindful stuff.
But since I quit drugs I've forgotten of the simple
things to become a righteous one.
A sightless son, blinded by the colors
that I used to know; they slowly seemed to fade
as I began to grow so old.
And where'd it go?
My childhood's smile I want it back-
the days on the playground playing tag,
when I could go to school and still take a nap,
I miss that.
And if I miss that, then will I miss this?
I mean I'm eighteen I'm still kind of a kid.
I can almost get by without having a job
and I still enjoy writing simple lyrics to a song.
And I may be wrong, maybe missing the point,
but I can get a hit of high from other hooks than a joint.
It was all so simple when I had **** to turn to
but now I'm not allowed to **** around so much.
If I do I'll end up back inside of a cell.
And next time my parents won't offer any help.
The law's gonna throw me back to the wolves
and I'll be with nobody but me and myself.
I thought a lot about it, and how I'd grown
into some stranger that I've never known.
A lonely kid gone lost from the start,
a savage beast with no love in his heart.
I smelled like smoke
plus a coke stained nose,
but that's not how the ending
to this story goes.
I still got **** to do
and new friends to meet.
Gotta find out about a different side of me.
