I don't want to believe in her valley lights.
I don't want stars in my eyes,
Baby fever
Stuck to sunday sermons and sticky sin.
They say
The indica tinted company
Leaves me burning through heights
And cooing for eternity.
They say
I need a shower
And missed the mark in all places,
Including my voter's ballot.

My life is in boxes
And a valley of people are praying for me.
My life is in boxes
And i just want to breathe.
My life is in boxes
And my parents say they will miss me -

The knots are untying,
my god i'm ready to leave,
My life is in boxes
And i'm actually
Just starting
To finally feel
*free.