one friend turned around, holding hands with another one / “you got your shit right, you got it all figured out” / but i'm just floating down in the dark with the other ones
i'm not a nite lite
my friend the sun, she got stuck in the mud again / she's in the bedroom, hundreds of Colt 45's / but i'm a dark mark, rape of the lock kind of everyman
i'm not a nite lite
my mom's best friend put me up on a pedestal / “your worth is endless,” brisk is the animal mind / but i'm floating down in the dark, i'm forgettable