[Verse 1]
Lit another cigarette
I had a lot to write on down while you built yourself a bigger set and acted like a bigger clown
You try on a decent voice then entangle a shaky choice
When you walk by a distant home, you talk a way that sounds like an ordinary day

[Verse 2]
I wish the well was running dry so I could climb down to your place and cry about the people on the grass who chased away my people’s light, while you complain about the other people leaving out a way for you to understand my side, and I will try, but the systems made to fry!