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Young damaged kid from Ambridge
Flakier than dandruff
Hot-handed bandit
Who never planned shit
Gettin' high was in high demanding
First time I smoked **
I choked
So high I'd a dropped the soap on a rope
Then the trauma broke
So I switched to snortin' coke
Hoping to cope
With the friend I found afloat
When he had drowned in the moat
This the sound of a ghost
Who's been bound to a post
Lessons and depression
Yeah they bound to approach
Suicide notes that I wrote
Compounded my host
Had me like hope floats
But then again so does shit
So to my addictions I submit
Full of contradictions I do admit
But there’s no fiction in what I spit
Just predictions of a kid
The depictions that I lived
Gave me the conviction in my ribs
Cage my broken heart
Just know that it was broken from the start
Yo this a start of a spark
To release the demons I had to compart
May the music hit its mark
We was just
Sour patch kids
Off that sour mash lit
Snortin' powder that hits
For the power it gives
We was just
Sour patch kids
Off that sour mash lit
Snortin' powder that hits
For the power it gives
We’ve all had to traverse adolescence
Developing bad coping mechanisms
Hoping it isn’t a damn death sentence
Searching for the essence of transcendence
Yeah, depression is a goddamn menace
A million thoughts running through our brains
A billion spots that turn to stains
We’re feeling lost, how do we maintain?
Caught up in all the pain
Collectively pulling out our hair
Chemistry we couldn’t bare
Like falling up a pair of stairs
Or forgetting our favorite prayers
Stomachs knotted like cypress knees
Plotting to get high off lots of **
We caught between these nauseous needs
Like our rotted hearts, not diseased
Whole generation of saints and sadists
Left pacing, waiting for a place that’s vacant
We was just sour patch kids
Off that sour mash lit
Snortin' powder that hits
For the power it gives
We was just sour patch kids
Off that sour mash lit
Snortin' powder that hits
For the power it gives
