680 South

My thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine

But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head

And come back with all that I can find

And write it down on light blue lines

It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times

55 up YV road

Encina on my left

All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft

And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself

But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (you're just a shade of gray)

And all I want is forward progress

And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless.

Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault

So get lost and find your way home

Leave my mind alone so I can rate and number my thoughts 1 2 3

On a list that weighs and measures my priorities

It goes 1-friends 2-bands 3-that green two-tone van

And losing my money it's not about money

Cuz all I want is forward progress

And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless.

Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault

So get lost and find your way home

And all I got was a blank stare

Right between the eyes like I wasn't there

And all I got was a blank stare

Right between the eyes like I wasn't there