Intro: When I got here the forms were doubt (?) You know of the things I taught myself It didn't seem to help me much how come I'm still hanging here When I was here I was looking for a way when I was here I was trying to be hay? Showing up is all I do a place is set up perfect scene now give me truth or fiction any time When I was here I was looking for a place to hide when I was here I was trying to lay low This town is full already mades Everything sounds like poetry a promise to the people here Ill be coming back next year When I got here might have been a bit blase when I got here every nerve is all the way when I got here