John Mosby Hollow Drive

You're just like everybody else When you get your (picture grade ?) You're still waiting to be saved; For everything to turn around You come there with your interesting thoughts When you can't breath the air Fate blessed you; show your thanks With platitudes on your tote bags I'm the one from the ? parkway I don't care for ? shit And I'm moving through time and space And it feels like a lifetime Though I treat it like a footrace-- Just hoping that it's not as late as I think-- I don't really know anything More and more it's clear to me I try my best to take it in stride Every day I struggle with myself Did you try and hide all your best parts? All the things that made you sweet? And then you (emptied ?) who you used to be You take it so seriously It's like getting lightheaded around Antiques and ancient trees Back when I was in love with misery My desperate mantra changed and I just stayed the same I don't really know anything More and more it's clear to me So you don't have to say you love me back It's enough when you hear me out 'Cause you'll exhaust yourself somehow You'll climb the back of the big slide You'll take a second and look around And make room for the next in line We sacrifice so much Making room for ? ? Disappointed, but still ? And bounce around like a pinball Back the other way; took it too far Desperate for some truth Still hoping despite it all