i feel so dumb so void of conviction afraid of my symptoms i locked myself out theres nothing in this empty house to save me from my lingering doubt your image in the very space i inherit now i tell myself that everything is going to be fine yeah right we are the product of a broken class but we werent raised to be fucking morons i am the product of my fathers burden it wasnt promised to me so if you want to come and smoke on friday ill make a promise to maintain my distance i never wanted to retreat so quietly lets smoke a cigarette