I woke up the other day walked out to blue suburban skies,

skies filled with dreams and butterflies

and i wondered to myself how do I fit in this game?

just a nameless face or faceless name

then i remembered an old friend of mine how we'd watch tv all night

tell each other about our dreams, but i don't see him no more, no.

light a cigarette and watch this day go by,

burned another six minutes to the sky

i need a fucking answer but i guess that's why we live this life

a constant search for something right

now my mind is wondering how am i going to get fucked up today,

light a bowl and see it all fade away

it happens everyday