O Man, this made me kind of miss America indeed, extremely ridiculous drunk nights in DC, my enemies and homies in Cali.All this shit also reminds me there're still something worth fighting for. Honestly, the US is such a beautiful lie and some real shit as well. It is something.
With the sorrow in our hearts, we can play, and I look up to you. And we hear different sounds than the heartless do, wakeful at night looking everywhere for you. Why do I look up to you?