The Ground

I feel grateful for the years wasted
I don't need no bucket list
I rest my head on his shoulder
Grateful for the years
I didn't know how to build those walls
Pour concrete on the ground
The ground
The ground
The ground

How long does it take to get you nowhere?
A wood shit load of thoughts to only go elsewhere
How much does your mind weigh?
Mine is heavier than the rain
Move your body in a rhythm
It only takes me to the ground
The ground
The ground
The ground
The ground

And I don't know if music makes me
If music makes me
And you don't know if music makes you
If music makes you

And I don't know if music makes me
Does music make me
Terribly terribly
Excited or lonely
Surrounded or lonely