The world is sadly changed, So we smoke weed, and laugh and sit in our backyards and try to grow up together but on our own. And when you fall down, everyone holds your hand and kisses your eyes and helps you to your broken feet. And when i can't sleep, I know you will come over and tell me stories and tuck me in, because you love me, and i love you. And sometimes i think its all going to be so good because were young and were having fun and you grabbed my hand when we were running from the cops last weekend. I let go of everything just to be wild and young. And nothing feels better. Nothing has changed in the way i needed it to change. So we get too drunk, and speak louder and laugh harder and fall off of our bikes and sleep on pavement. And all of this is getting us nowhere but lower.
Lower and Lower and Lower and ---
I would rather suffer together i guess.
