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I would say I smoke just to stand in the rain But the true renegade drove off in a hearse And paper planes spilled out like a tank of propane Took flight over flame, too true to rehearse How I've grown ill of complaining and under explaining my pride Over the potions and pills 'cause all of my wells have run dry Did I bite down my tongue? Did it come from my nose To run down the sink and hide in the prose that I write? Now I know that you've made up your mind Silver ragе washed up all the plans that we madе Yeah, it flooded the bank, it yellowed our eyes Golden grain boiled over a t-shirt stain My shoulders strain all them stories of mine 'Cause although I've been here before I've already burned out the page Guess there's no use in closing the door if I'm only as good as my age But did I forget, spend half of my life On some alchemist in exchange for a kiss from the sky? God knows if she's doing alright Thinking straight only brought me back home the long way Don't you see me that way 'cause I said it first And though we came from the mouth of an unknown name I hated LA, and missing her made it worse Someday, I'll make it on outta here and leave all my weapons behind 'Cause there is no virtue in poverty and all in all, love is still kind You say, "Come on, make it plain" So I wrote you a poem 'Cause changing everything cost a handful of nothing this time I want to know if you're doing alright And I know that you've made up your mind Everything must get better in time No need in twisting my spine I'll see you on the other side Yeah, I hope that you're doing just fine God knows if you're doing alright