emotional but still on fire higher we go how you doing good im hopen me a little lonesome open left with bis cliff i mite jump plump to the ground around something soft to eas the fall hit the wall call my mom call bomb weed killer and see what happens fashions lookin right i mit see the sign line paper thin i wright on im a tiking time bomb my mind gone ryme still on climb back from the fall tallest iv ever felt melt in a ice bucket locket broadest look