i need to improve i can't live like this forever
sometimes the levers flipped on trevor and just
i cant seem to get a grip on reality i grip the handle bar of my bike
and leave home for a klondike bar except that klondike bar is
an undisclosed location in los angeles where the baggy jeans is
in style with a minor lisp the minor list of times
ive run away is growing exponentially its exceptional the way i dont improve
i cant live like this forever fenders getting tired
my parents are getting fired their health's deteriorating
i just wanna be home and be left alone and play tiptoe by the big bone
what have i become
my intentions shock me sometimes