the sun slides upon the powerlines as we drive down into the winds my hair blows in all sorts of ways oh how I love those good old days the leaves are falling the weathers changing I feel it in myself my mind it's rearranging got a fear of missing out all I do is sit and pout gotta figure my shit out what is right for me what is my journey I keep losing friends every year or so I leave them that's what I like to think even though it's incorrect no one likes me the best x2