It’s a mystery
Dressing like a target
Splittin’ the seams
It’s Sisyphean
With my dreams in a cart
From the grocery
It sucks me like a thrill
Takes me like a pill
Climbing up this hill
California nation
Is bringing me round
One big invitation
To get off the ground
I’m a looky loo
Made it like an art form
I can see you
You’re wearing blue
I read you like a book that
I can’t get through
Hide behind the lie
Squeeze it till its dry
Singing cause that’s how we get by
To get off the ground
Life is profound
Be who you want to be
It’s no big mystery
That we’re a bunch of freaks
Who hold out empty hands
Don’t want no sympathy, it’s our philosophy
I’m down with the verse
You living with the chorus
But it still needs work
Its paper thin
The message isn’t clever when its hidden within
Read between the lines
Hug it if it cries
Singing well that’s how we get by