Bowls
Don't believe anybody else
fantasy falling for yourself I, I
Don't believe anything you like
got to keep pulling at your life I, I
I feel like I'm 18
with the bowls on the scene
and the big poster wet dream
waiting for my by the way
praying for a runaway
I had songs in my throat
I had the T.V. remote
and when a box would come
I could always ask for some
lazy eyes would just slip out from their lids
Please don't tear off my head
the things that I said
only make me see god
And if I keep calling from the back
turn to see anybody crack I, I
I got my knees stuck up in my head
then you know all the things I said I, I