We never thought that you were gone until we turned the lights on and spoke to your god but he ain't saying nothing, except for some thing about your life going to waste in more ways then one I never liked him anyways You push it most days when you're young and then one day they grow up and everyone's wrong they can't teach you nothing they give you nothing so you get thinking maybe there's a phase where everyone floats south in never ending lemonade Inside of myself, daylight is almost waking up slow and wondering
how sometimes it isn't always good here What made you go and when did you get back from mars You circled 'round odd fallen stars and reached out for the lightning until you were stung until there was a nice ring, the only right thing so you get thinking maybe in a way I'll never know for sure the full sad of everyone And hey, is there anyone known who gets along just great with everyone on all the days.