folly from bliss by caesar nixon

try to repeat what you said but I can't make the words out
so I result to resort to brevity instead, but the mistakes speak louder
my chest is getting pretty tight, there's habits I'd be better off without
but I have to take things day by day, otherwise I will be killed by doubt

and truth is no good here
youth, all things disappear

I am the folly of man, I am America's bastard child
deer in the headlights, speeding up, speeding up, take me out
I wanna go to foreign lands on a giant paper boat
when all the roads crumble to dust, where will we go?

and truth is no good here
youth, all things dissappear

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