Give me something to clean the stain
Are we living fast or we faster drain?
Looking for the answers at the bottom of cans
We're just kids talking over cigarettes

'Cause I'm afraid that my father dies
While I'm just here rolling the dice
Tho my existence is small as a mice
My thoughts tend to maximize

We will cry and we'll laugh
Get surrogate at the end of our lives
Time don't care about the money you have in your account
There's nothing here to save you from laying underground

So tell me, how is life treating you like?
Is it treating you bad or treating you fine
You might as well think is just a matter of time