you know who i am don t act like a fan you can come but you shall not come with no man put the weight of the world on my shoulders the moon in my hands having nightmares a drought of the xan damn it just stick to the plan grab everything that you can throw all the bags in the van i can not work for the man i need that work on demand i need that work on demand my plug had no luck i pick up like truck i fill up a cup she say that s enough i tell her i ve heard that before you say it enough i m calling your bluff i just got a brand new life look at us nosebleed seats to the front tens used to never even speak nines used to never wanna fuck rose gold petals at my feet drop it down at my touch town kid still smoke blunts pop two when i feel too much i ll be there to catch you when the sky falls send you home you know who i am don t act like a fan you can come but you shall not come with no man put the weight of the world on my shoulders the moon in my hands in denial on a cloud you can see up for miles never stepped off the edge we can try though heard it s wild ground s on fire that s my style whoa a place to call home a place to call home a place to call home a place to call home let s take a trip up for the night i promise our demons alike go ahead hit the gas and take fight and then you know i ll be there to catch you when the sky falls  in denial on a cloud you can see up for miles never stepped off the edge we can try though heard it s wild ground s on fire that s my style