I suppose if you're not out again

You can tuck me in

I suppose if you're not stoned again

You can give me a ride home

There's a white board inside

That lonesome drive

You should write your thoughts down

These letters of all of these words in your head

Well they show your life out

You've held yourself up from this slouch

You should use your words now

Everyone and everything

There could be a meaning

But maybe it's just death