I've had two weeks of bad dreams Now I'm living on caffeine And there's a place that I can go Where there's a pretty little thing Feel like I'm stuck behind the scenes Or smoking too much shitty weed I gotta get up out this hole Or embrace a QB sneak Can't see my face on magazines Not even in my dreams Hope there's a place that I can go When they say it's time to leave And when the words sound good but taste so bad Now they're spilling out the mouth of an undergrad They've got an attitude like a burning sun You're so close, you're so close And now you are one