Staring into the yellow lines
Trying to go with the flow
I cannot bring myself to look up at the pines
Delirious depression in this mechanical car is a light load Sitting next to one of my discombobulating demons
Unable to run or fight it
Inside I am scream'n
This makes me want to fuck shit Staring at the two yellow lines, I think...
About last year when I climbed the walls
I should take leaps for the fun of the falls
Onto the sun warmed tar I desire to sink Thinking about two people who give me hope
That is for whatever is next to come
I feel the slope,
That leads into my own personal slum
Two lines, two women who are fierce
How far will I get with the uneven yellows?
Bright yellow does pierce
Stuck like a baby in the backseat type of mellow What to do when I turn the stone of 18?
My enemy has me trapped and constantly, greedily coming back
I have to hold the slack
What do I even know? One thing is for certain
I will keep moving forwards
Hopefully I'll stick with my words
I will go wherever the yellow snakes take me, in order to see the man behind the curtain