Jumping in elevators - Intellectual

Sunday afternoon

(depressed and anxious turns into)

Mondays after school

When your autopilot turned off

We'd get high on caffeine

Run around laughing

Nervously

We were jumping in elevators

To feel weightless

Nowadays we just tend to get wasted

Even then i knew

What would come of you

And if either one of us grow up to be what we want

It will probably be you

We were jumping in elevators

To feel weightless

Nowadays we just tend to get wasted

And on the hill

Those cloudless nights outside of town

I'd critique the sun and you'd just watch it go down

And stay there until

You sucked the starlight into your eyes

All satisfied you just asked it to rise

When i was young i'd put my thumbs to my eyes

Summon stars that hide inside my brain

I figured this is how it looks when you're high

Well i was not far off but forgot a simple truth

That the things that give you pleasure will most likely turn on you

But could i stop if i wanted to?

I don't think i'd stop even if i could