your little brother never tells you but he loves you so
you said your mother only smiled on her tv show
you're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope
I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old
you're tripping like a saturated sunlight
you're swelling like an overflowing sea
you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
and now you're tearing through the pages and the ink