Mara Jam

When I get home I'll make by bed and lay some dreams down Try to leave the zone the goals are getting smaller somehow Mara jam, mara jam Smack life into sense Mic in hand, mic in hand We scream you turn us down Try to spare your wind And focus on the opposition They're leaking in Really in no great position To spread the jam and break the knife in half you had a heavy hand We read the plan to fake the life you had by acting like a man Demonstrate your growth and prominence by pointing to the trees Complicated hopes and dissonance aren't pigment for the stings When I'm on the phone Secrets start to come out easy Leave the zone My goals are getting smaller somehow Defenestrate, defenestrate The idea to use words you just learned Be it now, or be it then You'll never understand me