In my father's garage there are many shelves
I am going there to prepare a place for you
to hide your drug paraphernalia
I'm really tired of all those stoners man ooo i wanna stop being one of them my
mind erects like a boner when i think of that time i got more higher than this time
i'm tired of thinking plants and man are the same and i'd taste them BOTH if the chance came up
What will I become when it's all yeah sorry I don't do that anymore
okay sorry
okay I don't do that alright?
There was the earth
There was the sky
I was somewhere in-between
And I wasn't even on anything
There were my thoughts
The stages of my heart now whole arranged neatly
I don't have to mend it
What will I become when it's all yeah sorry I don't do that anymore
okay sorry
okay i don't do that alright
i don't do that alright?
I've had too many late late nights in my dad's garage
Dreaming of things that aren't happening
WHERE'S MY DAD?!?!?!