I got to get to 30th street   So i can buy an o of weed   But i'm still stuck on the board street line      It's like the sun is cold lately   There's this hole inside of me   And it just wont fill up      I laugh, I scream, I itch, I fuck   And lately i just had enough      We were always the ones in love and you hate it   I'm heading east on 78 and i'm not even in PA   I'm at the church down the street, introducing me to myself this week   Because i've been good for so long, is life like this fucking wrong?      So the next time i'd see you   I'd be scared   Because i've been holding my lungs in   And i'm gonna let go