Planning an escape from this prison planet
Gonna lift off when no one is around
I can’t bring anyone along besides there’s no one I want anyways
Kissing everything I know goodbye like Brian McKnight this is my last cry
Hear me out about the people I have trusted only to be dislocated
Wrapping this mind around my life’s futility
Understanding this world is not for me,
But what about the good times?
What about good sex and great weed?
Sunsets on a cool evening while being understood?
Guess good times aren’t for me.