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Could you hold my hand

While I knock out this line

When I can’t locate where I am

Can you hold my hand

While I stumble through the dark

Back in high school we didn’t have a path, you were my light

Now we’re here where we wanted to be and I can’t seem to smile

Maybe it’s the numbie or the shrooms

Maybe it’s the people around me, the fake smiles

They said it’ll be okay, somewhere beyond the pines we’ll locate the path

I’ve seen the lows but I can’t say I’ve seen the highs besides rolling papers

I’m still chasing my tail, who I am and who I was

And if I died tonight would the world cry? or would it smile as it gains its child back

Don’t bring no white girls to my funeral, I’ve had enough

Bring the liquor, I’ve always had a thing for forgotten twilights and porcelain gods

When we were in high school we had a path, you were my light

Now were here where we wanted to be and I can’t let go of the past