you can fall if you want to
it's just a matter of how far
you've treasured our home town
but you've forgotten where you are
and it will stay with you until you're mind's been found
and it has been found wandering around
with that skipping rope, the trampoline
the crafty smoke that made us choke
but we didn't give up hope
it's just the simple ways, of getting paid
the carelessness of running away
i wish I stayed

patterns all arranged in my background
it's pillars and posts keeping this country on form
letters were all sent with no addresses
so that people can't discover
always undercover
why do i always draw triangles
instead of words this paper so deserves

you see
i don't own my clothes but i own my mind
and it's not what you've lost
but it's what you find.