I feel that it's hard enough to say goodbye.
I feel there's the water. Should I sink or dive?
An empty plate, fill up my sentimental morning star.
I steal the art of putting truth in a lie.
I still want the girl that really caught my eye.
But, she lives in Oklahoma City, far away from me.
An empty hope chest.
I quit the dope quest,
And remain independently happy.
I'm finally happy, happy, independently happy.
I deal with the fact that I've forgotten the worst.