Fry

I've been sitting by the ocean, waiting for the perfect moment

To dive in and sink to the bottom, I'm vibing like I was back in autumn

You were faded in my mind, just another blurry outline

Of the good old times,

(It's broken on the inside)

The paint peels, so I just sit and watch it

I feel like I'm losing my conscience

It's alright, I never really used it

So I'll bite

There's nothing left to do, so stay home, make it on my own time

You can clear your own mind, from the inside, Oh from the inside