All the leaves from the tiny trees come and [?] I feel free, I feel free, till the middle of the week Yes I agree, I believe this shit is meant to be But it's been anonymously We're sorry then You create and defend Hanging around your best friend Is it all pretend I breathe in, I breathe out But the air is still the same Yes I want to be remembered, but I know I'm to blame And this reeks of intelligent people With their heads stuck in their wallets Then you recreate and pretend Hanging around your best friend Is this the end