And things are dark but it’s bound too low   He gonna change then I don’t know   We tried the same everyday   But I be a little insane, you know!      Gonna try try to get inside   I’m not leaving on the 95   Don’t look around cause I’m not here   And Lisa, I don’t live on the earth      And friends at ease and I walk out   He said and I like Christmas trees   Were going nice give you that breeze   I’m going in the stars to meet   The people that get down on the floor    You know that I’ve been run thru that door   And I’m living in this city and tried to escape that   The life I have decided to live… yes      Do you know what I am?   Riding on the line   Ill take a list of your five   You’re fucking hell in my sight   And I’m going into brothers’ room   But now I’m leaving American   She said   He’s on his way   He’s on his way      Well you forgot that thing   I was only a child   But it’s okay here, back of my mind   Ever since the day you came alone   I’ve been writing songs