It'll break cause it's just plastic.
Map out a conquest, a Great Dane on my lap,
Welcome home mat, I burned with a match,
Matt died last spring, April first wasnt a joke,
May 9 is the first time I'll drop acid,
It won't go bad, I hope.

As I sit here,
Writing at my desk.
My mind tends to floot away,
Into a deep sea of thoughts,
Bringing back the memories I had forgot.