Ghost World - Small Guy

Stretched all my money
D.I.Y so cool
Going far, no time
So unwired, phone home
See a newer drive
Feel your age begin to smile
And grab everything that you can find
All these friends, loose ends
Honest cries while you
Rifle through your gold
Shed all those little folds
Stretched across your ride
Feel your age begin to smile
And grab everything that you can find
Because we're all lying to ourselves anyways
A bunch of phonies in the backside of the room
And I don't know if I can do this anymore
But maybe for five more minutes
Because I've grown contempt for what I'll lose
We're all doing alright

Written by:
James Cisneros

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