hey chief hows the status puddle
is it hard to hold your bad breath
how's the picture perfect likeness
nice frame from the way you see yourself
smile
look into the place of our old school
denial
nice move

the hundred meter rhythm
you always go the distance
the memories shared (are not/ in our honor)
nostalgia is under current
it must be such a burden
you see them on the way downstream

I followed and jaded
the road I
hated
this farewell in lieu of
a letter
a should of
ill never be able
to withdraw
the message sent

the status pool defines you
the photos will remind you
you reinvented your minors world
and drove into town

bite the hand feeding
Leave it
plead it
go and be able
earn your
label
I heard you were better man
a letter from some old forgotten friend
Inbred

hey chief how's the karma struggle
is it hard to hold your bad breath
how s the picture perfect ending
nice frame from the way you see yourself
click!
smile
see you on the way back to your school
I'll see you on the way our old school