I think this song kinda sucks, and my vocals sound all worn out. I dunno if it's from smoking pot or if it's cuz California is covered in smoke and making my throat all scratchy. In any event, Timmy and Bobby went home after seeing me talking all weird. You know how you get sorta depressed when you're hanging out with friends, and then they leave? That's what this song is about.
The lyrics are:I kept talking 'bout fire...what's my deal?
Afterwards, I felt tired and unreal
My friends went back home and I'm all alone
My memory's not great for these events
My mind's inside a lake, and I'm tense
My friends went back home and I'm all alone
I'm a little bit less depressed than when they first left
I was sitting a test, but messed up...what was that test?
I must get it off of my chest; I was not a fun-friend
I must, yes, I must now confess I was acting dumb, in the end
I'm a little bit less depressed than when they first left
My friends went back home and I'm all alone
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