Fjortis

I was 15 with my skater friends Trying to act cool Smoking cigs but I don't inhale Still don't know how to Nate had stole some bowling pins He was so proud too Like a cat left a morning mouse “Look what I found you!” Third Street was ours alone and then The city was ours too Rolled up on a gas station Markers out to mark ground, dude Someone had left a pump open and I sprayed out fuel You'd be fucking surprised Just how far that’d shoot Matches were scratched I don't know how to Explain how it happened But I remember the sound, dude Like, paper ripping But louder than you Can possibly imagine Way more beautiful too We stood stunned by the heat It seemed impossible We felt like we were kings We laughed like we were fools The next day when we skated by And that firefighter looked confused Why the fuck there was a bowling pin In the ashes and rubble? [Chorus] Trying to find the words for What I need to come to terms with When all I think is, “burn more” (Burn more) All I think is, “burn more” (Burn more) Or try to come to terms with What I need the words for? When all I think is, “burn more” (Burn more) All I think is, “burn more” (Burn more) I talking that teenage loiter Dessa told me there’s a Swedish word for that But my mind is short So I lost it but that Behind the automat SuperAmerica With papers and a Reggie sack Paper Tiger's skating back So kickin it's the modo Pickin locks And scribing lots Of decent windows till they Looking more like New York photos And smelling like I'm 15 Look more than a bit mean But I'm just Black The suburbs got a way of making Kids feel trapped And angry And untamed And so much of the blame is lame On more than one occasion lit a flame With school in mind But who am I? Johnny fuckin Blaze? Been on my Logan Solo Showing everyone the blades I'm alright Not like the Great I'm supposed to be Just want mine Not like I'm asking for the seas Just peace [Chorus]