Three little boys but one of them is smaller
The other two, the same
The small one is me
I'm not small anymore
The years were kind
But they also tried to **** me
Oh well
That boy, the one on the hard to pronounce road
He wouldn't like me
He'd take one look and refuse to believe that's who he'd turn out to be
The other two boys where are they?
Oh we left them way back, when the pills started poppin'
And the smoke started rising
Because we've got a taste for the finer things
Well did we find love like we always wanted?
Love? No, but a lot of delirious suffering
Tears shed on the ones we wanted
And for the ones that got away
Does anything get better?
Well once you exhale and the white whisps crawl out your mouth
The world shines for a small moment
Before you have to put it out, and strap 'The Man' back onto your feet
Well are we at least happy?
Sure, when the lips form an 'O' downstairs
Or when grass is cheaper than gas
Or when the small marks on our arms start to fade
That all sounds awful, why do we do it?
Because life's a wheel that keeps on turning
And our stop is not for a few more blocks
Everything goes ******* nineteen kid
The days get longer
And the pain gets tougher and tougher
We could learn to fight it
Beat back the pain and become the champion you want
But why do that, when we can just light this here joint
And ignore it all
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
Three little boys but one of them is smaller
The other two, the same
The small one is me
I'm not small anymore
The years were kind
But they also tried to **** me
Oh well
That boy, the one on the hard to pronounce road
He wouldn't like me
He'd take one look and refuse to believe that's who he'd turn out to be
The other two boys where are they?
Oh we left them way back, when the pills started poppin'
And the smoke started rising
Because we've got a taste for the finer things
Well did we find love like we always wanted?
Love? No, but a lot of delirious suffering
Tears shed on the ones we wanted
And for the ones that got away
Does anything get better?
Well once you exhale and the white whisps crawl out your mouth
The world shines for a small moment
Before you have to put it out, and strap 'The Man' back onto your feet
Well are we at least happy?
Sure, when the lips form an 'O' downstairs
Or when grass is cheaper than gas
Or when the small marks on our arms start to fade
That all sounds awful, why do we do it?
Because life's a wheel that keeps on turning
And our stop is not for a few more blocks
Everything goes ******* nineteen kid
The days get longer
And the pain gets tougher and tougher
We could learn to fight it
Beat back the pain and become the champion you want
But why do that, when we can just light this here joint
And ignore it all
I'm so numb
