Life ain't a picnic
No Sunday stroll through the park
Stumble numbly through the haze
Dive in, swim with the sharks
Tear my beating ticker
From my scarred up chest
Hand it off to you
Cause you need it more than me
I hope someday you find yours
Keep mine I don't want anything
In return
All of this, all for you
Unconditional
A few grand and the merchandising rights
All this shit, all for you
To try and pay our bills
I should probably get a job
Brand your vision
onto my universe
So chromatic
Vibrance I'm not used to
static shocked
in black and white
Learned a thing or two
Live to communicate
Consent to cross a line
Can we hallucinate
Float away
Ride the wave
All of this, all for you
Unconditional
A few grand and the merchandising rights
All this shit, all for you
To try and pay our bills
I should probably
They'll love me when I'm dead
Orson Welles words echo in my psyche
He visited me in a fever dream
And he screamed of hatred for homage
Too much wine from Paul Masson
Vintage California champagne wasted
All of this, all for you
Unconditional
A few grand and the merchandising rights
All this shit, all for you
To try and pay our bills
I should probably...
