Seven & Saying Track

Seven and saying, I’m worried about his health
Heard he wants to hurt himself
If you think life’s hard, strap in tight, hang on for the ride

When you’re, passed around
Words turn into clutter and then clutter into sound
Decipher, shit from fact
Things are proving difficult you got a dipshit dad right now
Right now

I’m 43 and saying, I’m worried about his health
Evaluations, doubt himself
If you take these drugs then you’ll be fine, put it down inside

Hard to say where you’ll be years from now
But I’d like to think that as you age you’ll come around
Around to hang, around to play, around to bullshit in your day
Adolescent mental health, makes me sad to think about