Huh

People always ask if you're doing alright But only want you to say that you're doing fine I wish we'd just throw pleasantries away And go back to sharing nothing but ashtrays Romanticize all of my childhood ignorance When I was getting high just tryna live a bit Keep looking back and seeing better days Don't recognize I'm in the better days I'm done with asking questions I know who I am I like motorcycles Pretending like I'm zen I'm a wordsmith A thinker I'm the sacrificial son A purist of reason The killer of free will In the abyss I'll be for long Time to start heading on back A hundred times I've watched my death I looked so happy when I was young I looked so happy, I looked so happy It hurts more to live a second time Observing with no surprise Death's not something to escape But going back's a more painful fate The world's spinning on, cares about you none Every second's farther from when we were young Just stranded forwards, stuck and numb Do you believe in right and wrong? If you could choose which would be gone? What's being alive if there's no death? If every moment would always exist What if every color was the same A flat line of passing days The world's spinning on, cares about you none Every second's farther from when we were young Just stranded forwards, stuck and numb