In the backyard I strayed far, far along
It was bound to happen
You find your balance and start to tip off
Still you go on and on
Floating right by your flaws
Float by empty bottles when you scoff
I know its not my place
But you need to stay inside
Take time to recover from memory loss

I know it's not my place
but should you care about fame and pride
If you refuse to remain alive?
You should close your eyes
I'd press them with my cheek
You cannot live without the thought of genocide
Hold your ears and fall, fall asleep
The next pill when send you a hundred feet high
This time you won't trip off the peak