Poor Boy - Such A Surge

Mind is empty like a six pack

If we could we would throw it away

Silence like silver

Empty words went gold and if we could fly

I close my eyes to see the stranger under my skin

Laughing about me

Feelin' high

With my concrete feet on the ground

Poor boy

They want me to say

That good things will come your way

One day

Soul no control

And if we could we would yeah throw it away

You’re the last one cause it seems anyone else is gone

So please stay

I open my eyes and voices in my head

They’re talkin' about me

Feeling down

With my head in the clouds

Poor boy

I try to fill hard times with green

I try to throw the blinding red away

They say the only way to make theme pay is to lie

I rather die

250 000 ways to die so it’s my choice

What you see is what you get

So am I better off dead?