Put it back now

Put it back in its place

Put it back down

Put it back down in space

Making sure problems don't get waist high

In your eyes, I see the crying moon

Looking after you

Putting myself in a box

Putting that box under the bed

Putting that bed in the place that I rent

I don't need that many friends to get by

To get high is a nighttime crime

Like having a couple slices of apple pie

Running for the president of the United States

Gonna go visit a bunch of states by the Great Lakes

Have I ever told you I'm an escapist?

If I don't try to recognizе my fate

It'll be too late