Yeah I'm terrible at saying what I mean My materials decay right at your feet Colliding paths but we were never meant to cross Taking psilocybin just to take hold of my thoughts I'm petrified and got a red light on Yeah dissociate lives narrating stories in a song Though medusa died I'm moving gravel like its stone I know you're terrified to admit that you're in the wrong But you're calling And you're calling Kerosene, with LSD under my tongue I'm turning seventeen, but try to forget where I'm from I'm making enemies, so I wont give you what you want, I'm on dependency, you can't hit whenever you want, And it's more than just a song, I pull a psychedelic beat so I can drop all of my thoughts, (shh) This exactly what you want, So close that fucking door, I'm already in my car