8 Ball Lyrics

Hey, I'll go away
You let me take my own damn car
To Brooklyn, New York, USA
I'll dream embarrassing reverie
I'm all detached feeling like myself
I'll drink too much, I'll cause a big scene

And I'll breathe, I don't care who sees
I'll be nobody, I'll be the wind blowing through the leaves
And I'll fall, I will not be ashamed at all
You'll see a failure, you want to plan my losing streak
You want to be the 8 ball

Why, I curiously catch a ride
The blood that's keeping it alive
Is the illusion of the limelight
Manhood, the tragically misunderstood
And you will bury the bad blood
I am remiss, I am bodiless, output

You see, it could not possibly be me
I'm your diversion, I am the wind blowing down your tree
It's plain, I lit the ground, work up in flames
We watch the smoke rise, you want to name my weakness
You want to be the rain