i dont know where the fun is anymore, all i know is i gotta beer in my hand and my heads on the floor, like a little child i wanna cry and go home, but i know when i get there ill just be alone again
i dont know where my head is anymore, its on top of this body and what the hell is that good for, so i get stoned and take a better look around, realize i dont wanna be found and get gone, get gone good
who ever said theres a home for me in the first place
if there was id think that probably be the last place
id wanna be, alone with me