alright

Yebba

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 rage washed up all the plans that we made
Yeah, it flooded the bank and 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 and 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 out of here
And leave all my weapons behind
Cause there is no virtue in poverty
And all in all love is still kind
You said, Come on, make it plain, so I wrote you a poem
Cause changing everything cost a handful
Of nothing this time
I wanna 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