Anywhere

I'm feeling as light as the lid on a dumpster

In an alley the sun hasn't found

Back in the day, we used to call that shade

And talk shit 'til our smokes went out

Ever look up at the stars and wonder

If somewhere else you're already dead

Or why a cloud shaped like an anvil's hung

Over every town you ever lived

But I'm thinking of stepping out of my mind

Like a fruit fly hatching out of the rind

Chloe, I'm not big on promises