When I got here the forms were doubt (?)
You know of the things I taught myself
It didn't seem to help me much
how come I'm still hanging here
When I was here I was looking for a way
when I was here I was trying to be hay?
Showing up is all I do
a place is set up perfect scene
now give me truth or fiction any time
When I was here I was looking for a place to hide
when I was here I was trying to lay low
This town is full already mades
Everything sounds like poetry
a promise to the people here
Ill be coming back next year
When I got here might have been a bit blase
when I got here every nerve is all the way
when I got here