Moonboy hope you make it home

Feel a burning in your throat from the Patrón

You clench your hands

Where are your friends

It would be nice to feel again

Every inch of me feels like I'm dying

Guess I shoulda let go, I throw my fists out when I get excited

Can't hold my liquor when I blow

I think I never wanna see another face in my living room

What can I do?

I think I never was the kind to find my place back in middle school

Now I won't move

I hear your call from my pant pocket, you make me sick

I've seen it all from my space rocket, you don't mean shit