What's with the imagery caught between the symmetry?
Not sure 'bout self esteem, I'll lean on you it seems
I hate complacency, my past at times remembers me
No hard feelings now, I was just a kid somehow
Do you have my gratitude or this sour attitude?
It changed when we moved out of state, didn't know we were due for fate
All those days have gone, through the torments we carried on
Put together the pieces, this is our mimesis
Babe, I'm no longer stoned n' broken
Babe, I'm no longer stoned n' broken