I feel like I’m on a train to no where, it looks like its about to rain, I’m under such a strain, why cant I be somewhere else. This place is covered in dust, the truck out front is nothing but rust, the way you’re acting, it can’t be just. I thought I felt my phone vibrate, it didn’t though, I must just be irate. This is my strangest trait, the one that doesn’t let me wait or fake. Hell I don’t even like to take. I must be displaced, I’m running at a strange pace in haste, I feel like a fucking waste. The worlds on my shoulders and you’re in a different one, I should just play in the fire and let it smoulder, son.