it was called living on a hit
the green and white that makes you high
its smiling and flying for hours
spinning and winning to live then die
chemistry its simple ;
its loving learning to walk
even if you're unable to, the straight yellow lines
on that road when we dont even need to talk
out by the swingset
will you kill yourself every single day
cause it made me tired of dealing with the pusher
i kicked that habit and found my own way
a hundred or a thousand
swings you'll never be my cup of tea
but a hundred or a thousand days to realize
what means the most to me
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