Broadway is blank like a sinkhole, everyone raced to the suburbs. And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers, this is the oddest of summers. Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate. Strange situations, I get anxious. Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite. But pray that they don't call me thankless. My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest, cut me like a tourniquet
These are my roaring 20's, I don't even know me. Roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home. Roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
Oscars and Emmy's and Grammy's, everyone here is a trophy. And I'm sipping bourbon, the future uncertain, the past on the pavement below me. Maybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate, so unaware of my status. Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid. Designer me up in straight jackets, hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire. But it's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight, I don't know if I'll survive. Lighters up if you're feelin' me, fade to black if you're not mine. Cause I just need a sign, or a signal inside