Time cannot move slower In the place where I grew up And isn't my business But I can't shake the feeling They're lying to themselves Pay for the privilege of dying Just like everybody else.
This woman said she's from New Jersey Sick from opiates and gin And she says I should help her With a bit of loose change and by lending her my phone But goddamn if she doesn't remind me The air is toxic back at home
So, take a minute Are your plans still working Would you tell me if it all was worth it Are you where you want to go Well-adjusted In control of your feelings at this time Still searching For the things that make your heart stop hurting Seeking comfort for your soul Abandon all control You're still a ways off You're Still a ways off