Burning demands of growing up
"You should be like the rest of us"
But I lack all ways in giving a f*ck
I'd rather get by, by the chance of luck
This is where Austin's body lies
He joins the birds, bees, and flies
Down at those old train tracks
The flowers bloom in the decay of what's left
All the ones having sober fun
You must be in the arms of someone
I'm not talking about nights like this
I'm talking about the nights where you don't exist
The times where you went deeper
Even deeper than what you were searching for
Your ways of gaining pleasure is something that cannot be ignored