Better Off Sick, Sad, Sons
How did I get here
A walk on a poor lit road in a stale year
I saw consequence as a failure
Well, you failed and left me here
And I learned to let things be
When they're falling apart in front of me
We're all sons of sick and mystery
There's no history, It's just you and me
Keep me simple
And unplug my head
I want to live
In your innocence
You'll never find what you're looking for
We'll try it all till there is nothing left
