Mathias Kruse - Dead Friends lyrics

All my dead friends got me hoping ghosts exist Heart frozen on some Nova Scotia sh** No longer spending time in rooms smoking motionless Only 21 but still I know I've grown too old for it Stick to the doctor's hopeless potion mix Like "Oh you're sick? Here, hocus pocus. Fixed" Does it really work? f** no, but yo I wish Been emotionless, spreading love like a socialist I only got a few friends that I know exist Everybody else is make-believe, I notice it I been diseased a couple years and ain't been sober since Treating every moment with the notion that I'm owed the sh** And have no clue what focus is Via that, I meet obstacles that I get over with A leap like a f**ing doberman Making noise like a bull dozer when It's mowing over chauvinists I'm a closure donor to the grown-up kids My composure says "forever f** exposure", posers are opponents Envy is a heavy stench, they close in with the odor This lack of gravity has got my rover going slower That's a metaphor for that I'm slow as sh** See my dream ahead of me, and go for it When I reach it, stick my head out like a gopher, it's A pretty sight I know it is But not enough to show a grin Rip a smile and sew it with That string of lonesome stoned events I'd grown within The stars paint a landscape that my mental state's home is in Living out an odyssey like Kubrick and Homer did My actions speak like my words do, but when They do speak they're choking upon my lack of wholesomeness