Tomorrow is gone, yesterday is coming
Please take me out of here 'cause this place is falling

I have no idea what I'm saying here,
You can yell at me 'cause i can't hear
I'm just writing some words down,
So...could you tell me another place where I can respawn?


I'm a weirdo who says weird things,
You will never understand what my words means
Once...I said the sky is blue,
Then I shot my mouth before they do.

The second time, I wanted a pie,
And they said I'll get it...after I die
But what's the point of having a pie when you're dead,
And there's no-one else inside your head?


I was here,
And... After that.... There
Asking people if I should dye in blue my hair

Everyone said no, until I found you
Which is weird, 'cause you're not some ghost from Scooby-Doo