Текст: Far. Water And Solutions. Really Here.

I noticed it when I walked out
My small white world was closing down
I wondered, I would always wonder
Why I am always sober and everyone is loaded

And it gets old
Well, I bow out now
I refuse
So what if I waver, I fall

I'll always, I will always notice
Speak up when I'm called on
Everyone gets older
Oh well, I'm not really here