It was a night like any other
Strung out and high
I woke up on the couch
I don't know how I made it home
It was late July or August
The days get blurry in my mind
It was the most fun that I ever had
But I'd never felt more alone
I had a palace on the East side
I had enough money to get by
I had a real true smile to hide behind
And all of the accouterments
That's the thing about life
And the things we believe in...
They get as good as their gonna get and then they always denouement...
No more psychedelics
No more skating in the park
No more acai between you and me
Or my favorite bar on seventh street
No more psychedelics
My endless days are done
There's a time for everything
And I think it's time...
To call the whole thing off