We never talk to it

Remind the world of who we are

I'm caught in this static

Can't seem to understand why i

Can't stop running, i hate that feeling

My labels moving and i'm not gaining

I can't stand running, its never ending

I'm just skipping a rope they're holding

I never talk to it

Remind the world of what i'm not

I'm caught in myself, yourself

I'd like to fuck myself all day long they like to sit and think

But the fact remains i've no time at all to

Play

Not today

Youth

Away

Sitting in the back seat of an automobile

Racing to my old age with no one at the wheel

Sitting in for my face something no one can trace

Until they see the words

Gradient grey to grey packagaed in red blue yellow

A mean green bunch of trees tickle the toes of a

Winter sky the san francisco cold sets in to remind

Me i forgot my jacket seeing craig at the market

Reminds me i'm not in san francisco

Let me go