Strawberries

All the greats die young That's probably why I'm still alive So I'll cry and cry But as the smells cave in Its probably why I don't feel so right So I lie and lie I'm just trying find, good signs, and good times To get high, try my best to stay out of my mind I'm just trying find Long nights, the good fight, to stay high And try my best, to stay out, of my mind Happy is temporary, but I can't look back Medicate till I feel something Did I just say that Ate all those strawberries but somehow still lack Medicate till I feel nothing I didn't mean to say that It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries I think I'll walk outside Butt naked into the night Right into those oceans waves Tell me if I die here In a field of my own fears It's probably why I don't feel alright I'm just trying to find, good signs, and good times To get high, try my best to stay out of my mind I'm just trying to find Long nights, the good fight, to stay high And try my best, to stay out, of my mind Happy is temporary, but I can't look back Medicate till I feel something Did I just say that? Ate all those strawberries but somehow still lack Medicate till I feel nothing I didn't mean to say that It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries As I watch my skin decay the water as it pulls away My love for fruit will slowly change And my heart will finally sway As I grow through the year, my field becomes dry of fear My love for fruit will fade, happy in this field of strawberries Happy is temporary, but I can't look back Medicate till I feel something Did I just say that? Ate all those strawberries but somehow still lack Medicate till I feel nothing I didn't mean to say that It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries As I watch my skin decay the water as it pulls away My love for fruit will slowly change And my heart will finally sway As I grow through the year, my field becomes dry of fear My love for fruit will fade, happy in this field of strawberries