[Hook: Tom Fec & Rav]
In a field
Forever
In the sun
You're heavy
Chewing gum
Forever
In a field
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living in a field
[Rav]
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide for cover
I try so hard to be like them, but I'm not like the others
Concerned with different things, they often wonder why I bother
I've never settled down and kept friends, all I've done was suffer
Born in the USSR, then moved around, seen different faces
Sometimes I didn't hate it, but never was I complacent
Everybody knows it all but me, they always have opinions
On how I should lead my life
That is brilliant
I love to look, but hate to find, in fear of losing shit
I've turned to drugs when I was scared, I'm but a useless kid
Having panic attacks, I'm manic, I act
Frantic in fact, a baffling brat
They say "keep chasing happiness"
I find it hard imagining that
24 hours, 14 billion eyes, staring
Judging what you're doing, how you're living, what you're wearing
I'm chewing on a bubble gum, laying in a field
Connecting all the pieces, contemplating how I feel
I don't mind not having what I want
And I do not fear fear
I fear of showing it
Would I rather be blind and deaf
Or use the knowledge that I've gained
[Hook: Tom Fec & Rav]
In a field
Forever
In the sun
You're heavy
In a field
Forever
In a field
You're Heavy
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living in a field
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living in a field
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living in a field
Chewing on a bubblegum
Living in a field
I haven’t stayed anywhere for long enough to feel like have either a home or an identity.
In here I ponder whether “ignorance is bliss” or not. Would I rather be blind and deaf and not witness the pain of reality? Or would I rather be in the know, but live with the sorrow and agony of actuality? This I still have not decided.
No matter where you are, no matter the time of day, no matter what you are doing – there is always going to be someone there to judge you for your actions/behavior/choices.
Refers to when Rav was addicted to Vicodin
Everybody thinks of themselves as therapists and qualified life-coaches. Their suggestions and strategies, alas, are usually not very helpful or creative.
I believe that misery does not come from not possessing whatever you feel that you want or need, it’s not being aware of what it is that you actually want/need.