8 Ball

Hey

I'll go away

You let me take my own damn car

To Brooklyn, NY, USA

I'll dream

Embarrassing reverie

I'm all detached feeling like myself

I'll drink too much, I'll cause a big scene

And I'll breathe

I don't care who sees

I'll be nobody

I'll be the wind blowing through the leaves

When I fall

I will not be ashamed at all

You'll see a failure

You wanna brand my losing streak

You wanna be the 8 ball

Why

I curiously catch your eye

The blood that's keeping it alive

Is the illusion of the limelight

Manhood

The tragically misunderstood

And you will bury the bad blood

I am remiss

I am bodiless output

What you see

It could not possibly be me

I'm your diversion

I am the wind blowing down your trees

It's plain

I lit the groundwork up in flames

We watch the smoke rise

You wanna name my weakness

You wanna be the rain