Young mind, young mind off the bath salt

The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole

I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm

I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it

Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets

Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it

Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Young mind, young mind off the bath salt

The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole

I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm

I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it

Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets

Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it

Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Gently open the door, something is hanging right in front

No I could never be your crutch, could never be the one to trust

Could never even trust myself, I think the meaning here is lost (yea the meaning is lost)

Stuck living through my eyes, I got rust on my hands

No matter times I try, you will never advance

My bootleg coat match my bootleg pants

I'm a fake motherfucker you already know that, uh

Waking up too early. I might sleep again

Open up a door, I see a faucet, let that sink in

Peaking, I'm shrinking, like candle meets heat

And I'm breaking every mirror in my house for the feeling

Fairies in our house, bring the pressure on down

You can call me Bill Jenkins cause this is my house

Night gown on the corpse in the monochrome corridor

Find me in the street pacing up and down back and forth

Water in my lungs, feel me drowning from the inside

Too bad I can't die, can't throw up, I just might

I just bite, my tongue before I say goodbye

Wave a solemn hand, and turn around, for the last time

Water hits my hands, I feel it burning to the touch

Hold them there under, I can't take it very much longer

Sit down and wonder

The meaning is lost, I'ma try and find another

Young mind, young mind off the bath salt

The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole

I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm

I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it

Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets

Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it

Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Gently open the door, something is hanging right in front

No I could never be your crutch, could never be the one to trust

Could never even trust myself, I think the meaning here is lost (yea the meaning is lost)

Stuck living through my eyes, I got rust on my hands

No matter times I try, you will never advance

My bootleg coat match my bootleg pants

I'm a fake motherfucker you already know that, uh

Young mind, young mind off the bath salt

The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole

I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm

I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it

Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets

Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it

Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Gently open the door, something is hanging right in front

No I could never be your crutch, could never be the one to trust

Could never even trust myself, I think the meaning here is lost (yea the meaning is lost)

Stuck living through my eyes, I got rust on my hands

No matter times I try, you will never advance

My bootleg coat match my bootleg pants

I'm a fake motherfucker you already know that, uh