My ideas like highs
They come and they go
It seems i’ve forgotten what i need to know
I feel i’m wasting time at night when i sleep
Someone so shallow that’s in so deep
So i patch the holes that yet haven’t appeared
Completely blinded but things are so clear
I know just what to do but why the fuck should i bother
I;m content sitting at the right hand of our father
Fuckin a is all i got to say
Give me peace of mind and i’ll be on my way
I was born into this world and i don’t know why
So all i’m doing’s passing time before i die
