Pushed up close to extinction
An exchange of petty complainers
I can stand on my hands, on my own two feet
Do we really need the change?
Oh man this is weak

Touch is a nice instrument
How sad it is to see that
My own face doesn't look familiar
Bend the fire, beat the fire, a new beginning, a nurturing friendship will rise

Been feeling like the Yolo as of late
It doesn't look good on me
A snowflake, coat of down
Eating macaroni makes angry teeth for a voice that comes dim, and I'm falling

Touch is a nice instrument
How sad it is to see that
My own face doesn't look familiar
Bend the fire, beat the fire, a new beginning, a nurturing friendship will rise

It's a picnic in a green shady place
You're fruity like watermelon
Take care of the box, keep the flowers in your pockets
For the man who has the elephants to "yeah" whatever you say
Touch is a nice instrument
How sad it is to see that
My own face doesn't look familiar