作曲 : Bennett E Okanume
They smoking weed, hanging by a strand
The frosted flakes turned to special k
So lost, I'm so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t ride bikes anymore
No time for a nine to five anymore
Rather grab a nine than to try for diplomas
So lost, I’m so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t go outside anymore
Baby boy don’t lose your footing,
You got your foot in and you almost froze
I don’t really wanna talk about the what-ifs,
The world ain't right but what is,
You can change your own
Baby boy don’t lose your footing,
You got your foot in and you’re almost home
Please don’t cry, don’t make that face, get back up,
Don’t hit your brakes
So lost, I’m so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t ride bikes anymore
So lost, I’m so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t go outside anymore
Folding paper planes turned to rolling papers
Candy cigarettes turned to smoking vapors
So lost, I’m so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t ride bikes anymore
No time for a nine to five anymore
Rather grab a nine than to try for diplomas
So lost, I’m so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t go outside anymore
Baby boy don’t lose your footing,
You got your foot in and you almost froze
I don’t really wanna talk about the what-ifs,
The world ain't right but what is,
You can change your own
Baby boy don’t lose your footing,
You got your foot in and you’re almost home
Please don’t cry, don’t make that face, get back up,
Don’t hit your brakes
So lost, I’m so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t ride bikes anymore
So lost, I’m so gone, it’s your fault
We don’t go outside anymore