Look at me I'm fallin'
Off of a cliff now
I can still hear my mama yelling No No No
But the words mean nothing

Can't catch up to me now
And the view is so beautiful
All the way down
When I was a little boy

Suckin' juice from a bottle
Believing my perceptions were oh so real
But I don't know nothing
Still knowing nothing

Was just enough for me to know the way I feel
This is life
What a fucked up thing we do
What a nightmare come true

Or a playground if we choose
And I choose

Look at me I'm swollen
Like a banana fish now
I'm never gonna make it out of my hole
But I keep on laughing

Doesn't really matter
There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul
When I was a teenager
Suckin' booze with the Vatos

Discussing who was gonna live to be 21
They said they wouldn't make it
They didn't make it
We're all naked when the day is said and done

This is life
What a fucked up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose

Don't know who made this all come true
But now while you're here
You just gotta do what you gotta do
Now if I wasn't such a weenie

Do you think you'd still love me
Pretending I'm an airplane on the living
Room floor
But like a lovely generator

You stand right by me
And if words were wisdom I'd be talking
Even more
So I keep on falling

As I'm looking back above me
Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot
Now I'm like DeNiro
I'm amarillo

And I'll never know when I hit the ground

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Writer(s): BRYAN HOLLAND