All I do is eat and eat and eat the sweets and meats and things you say I’d be making a mistake to partake in
I’m breaking through the other side, riding on a tornado, I don’t know, my heart is pumping fast and I am on the ground, shaking
You’re making me out to be the bad guy
Making out with me in the backseat
Making fun of me in the front row
Making a big scene, and our lives into a show

Smack me in the face, the taste of my blood reassures me I’m still alive, kicking, picking and choosing my own destiny
I can’t see more than two feet in front of me, mind is clouded by your honey-sweet vocabulary you spit out at a supersonic speed
I don’t need you to be always there
Bleeding with me, my own stare’s
Pleading to see, it’s not fair
Better to flee than not care to know

Random tandem rides through the streets
You come pick me up and stick me in the seat
A bike ride, and hike later, wish we took a elevator
Up the mountain, where’s the fountain of youth we were looking for?