Texty: Papa Roach. Orange Drive Palms.

I try
I lie
Someone's sphincter in my eye
Kick it with that rebel cat and I want it to be that I'm feeling slightly down
I'm looking up from the ground
While confusion strains my mind I contemplate this time
Thinking about a future
Hemming it with a suture
Dog shitting on the sign could the head below be mine
Remember the palms. Orange drive is where these palms lie
Making me sick
Making me want to get high under the palms...