recycling from fogart by fogart

*this recording was performed intoxicated and the lyrics were impromptu; the following is a more refined interpretation i reference for performances*

may 2018 was a time of drugs and shame

some girls they were casual, some were not
it all boiled down to a brewing pot of cigarettes

and when i was in this place
things seemed to be all perfect
except for my father

i was a total good, positive
mental attitude that boiled down to decent grades (peace and grace)

but was it all nice?

yes it was because i yearn for those days where i was just a 17 year old boy lost in his mind

but had found it was a
wall of romance
some good ones, some bad ones, but mostly it was ok

and now i’m in san francisco right across the bridge in the lower area and i’m not ok

jesus, jesus christ

i was just a boy, 17 years old
but wasn’t too long ago, only looking at less than a year
to a year because times flying by before my eyes and i’m realizing
all the ways that life can change
how life can take all these twists and turns and them make them change

and now i’m in this i’ll no longer call my own soon because of lousy roomates even though i am
playing this guitar, at such a loud volume at 1:26 in the morning, i can’t see my mind

but that’s ok

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