These flowers and two ice cubes and one back bone and window view
Too much of anything is never a good thing
On the brooms for what it loves
I am what I am, just not what I was
I'm not sure of anything and I don't feel a thing
I'm letting go of everything that I know
I'm low, I was set first time of the down room, room, room
The summer's has been thick and dry
The same as the sleep in my eye
Too much of anything is never a good thing
I caught a smile like Halloween
It's just smoke and mirrors
I doubt you can stand for this
I'm not sure of anything and I don't feel a thing
I'm letting go of everything that I know
I know, when I worship the song or the docks
Mental, I'm mental, I'm mental (2x)
I'm letting go of everything I've ever known
I'm know, I worship the song or the docks
