The last man standing at 4 am
steady thinking over how I got here again
Staring at the smoke rise among floaters and friends
all this indecision, it just won't relent
I'm just a ghost of the yellow brown halls
just a joke hungover from the last of the last calls
A prince of a beggar, but maybe begging's just to hard
why should I keep on asking when most is givin' from the start?
You would think that you were meant for more
than simply wondering what your meant for
A hell of thing that you are meant for more
but you're just wandering... at 20 something
Still up and throwing all I can down
steady thinking over how I'd lost the bliss I'd found
But by now its desperate, cause the sun will soon call me out
I'm down to the filter and I'm running out of cloud
I was just a ghost in a tye-dyed stain
just a wide eyed slacker, content to smoke the hope he'd saved
A hell of a liar, cause why should I take the blame?
if we all believe, that the meantime it tastes ok
You would think that you were meant for more
than simply wondering what your meant for
A hell of thing that you are meant for more
but you're just wandering... at 20 something
If you would see
past the breeze
it wouldn't have to be
that you needed relief
Cause there is more
you've got beauty in store
if you'd just move on
move on