They send me away to find them a fortune, A chest filled with diamonds and gold, The house was awake, the shadows and monsters, The hallways, they echoed and groaned, I sat alone, in bed till the morning.
Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me? And all the people say:, "You can't wake up, this is not a dream.