started somewhere around midnight withyourfaceon thelawn youll be living in limbo until your20s are gone everybodys got their mind made but the truth is so loose its not winning every battle its the battles you choose and all the things theyre telling you are crowded by the volume all the laughter and the revelry never came for free its the burden of the modern age artificial currency you stalled out inthe driveway you broke down in the garage dont get caught in where youre going just get free where you are and all the words that fill this place are only there to take up space