Hey Schizoid

Take it from me
It's no small mystery
When you're skating in the park with your friends
And you're getting drunk on weekdays and ends

Everyday is a mountain you climb
When you get to the top
You don't really have the time to
Look around appreciate where you are
You just feel tired

Take it from me
It's no small mystery
How do you end up on the floor every night
When your bed is only a few feet away?

I live to deprive myself
I thrive by not giving in

I'm so thirty for you
I would
Stand in line for a year
I would
Cut my eyes out just to hear you
For the rest of this time that I have

It's no precious thing to me
What I do with my time
It's no small mystery

Skating in the park with your friends and night
Your drunk but everything is alright
On the floor you count the stars
And maybe one day it will all make sense
Not



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Writer(s): Dylan Banks
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