Here it is I hide, independently confined to this Half Friend Town.
Prisoner where I reside, cower from the Gainesville eye. Welcome to Half Friend Town. And we all know what that means. It means giving up and selling out on all of our dreams.
Here I think in song, here I speak freely of my flaws (and my excesses). I pray it won't be long. I pray I will move on, while the rest regress. Out-punk or punk out. Those are your only options here.