680 South

My thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine
 But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head
 And come back with all that I can find, write it down on light blue lines
 It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times
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 55 up YV road, Encina on my left
 All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft
 And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself
 But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (You're just a shade of gray)
 And all I want is forward progress
 Maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
 Wasted time, mostly mine it's not my fucking fault
 So get lost and find your way home
 Get lost and find your way home
 Get lost and find your way home
 Leave my mind alone so I can rate and number my thoughts 1-2-3
 On a list that weighs and measures my priorities
 It goes: 1. Friends 2. Bands 3. That green two-tone van
 And losing my money it's not about money
 'Cause all I want is forward progress
 Maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
 Wasted time, mostly mine it's not my fucking fault
 So get lost and find your way home
 Get lost and find your way home
 Get lost and find your way home
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 And all I got was a blank stare
 Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
 And all I got was a blank stare
 Right between the eyes like I wasn't there