Back up
Be like my friends
And I won’t smoke again
Notice I’ll do none of this
I will be like no one you care about

Finally, biking
Hoping for better things
I won’t even say it
No one even wants to fuck with me
I know

You invited me up there
What a waste of time
Led us to nothing
For the hundredth fucking time

No one is left too conceited or needed to follow
Take it or leave it, believe it, for reasons that I won’t

Feel like therе’s something with the beat in thе air
I’ll follow

Felt like a tidal wave
For no reason
Though I’m so old