Young Statues Spacism
We couldn’t say what we had all along
I could’ve died on the front of your lawn
The feeling I had, the feeling I missed when it ran itself away
Now that it’s here, I don’t think I’ll be sticking around another day
I had a fix, now I’m good, now I’m gone
And when it’s done back to us we feel wrong
But I won’t be another person’s shoulder
You need somebody, call on a friend
We had our fun, I wanna run till I get old
And rest my head
You don’t have to say it again, I’ll come around
I’ll be your friend
Did we need pass it on to feel better off in the end?
You’ll know it someday, like I said
