I was eating my Cheerios when I was told that I need to go far away to meet Nico. Oh, and all his friends that are chicos who like bananos. Because mine’s pretty sweet, though. So when I met him, I said, 8 “Nico, go around to the people.” Help me find a dollar in your jeans, home. Find a dollar in your jeans, home.
There are songs we should peek through. The double doors so we can peek through.
I was just a lonely man in this world. So afraid to approach any real girl. I went into overthinking twirls. A never-ending battle when my brain takes the world, tames the world. Everything I did, I always cringed in my head. I could never win. Not even a Kobe shot to the bin. It felt like I was going in the current. I’m going against the current as I swim.