take me back to the ucla, that ronald reagan.
lookin’ in my eyes, i told you i wasn’t fakin’ this.
i know people who are paper-chasing,
but i can’t do it because I\'ve been lazing.
cow-grazing, searching for meaning for a tattered soul.
eyes like a creole, i’ve been up for days.
medicate me and make me face the fate i’ve running from.
i see the trail of my life, but i ain’t eating on the crumbs.
on sunset drive in traffic, i’ve never felt so alive until i’m in the headlights.
rejected the purposes i‘ve been led to, head forward into the sun, maybe i’ll burn.
is my father proud of his son, his offspring who hasn’t done a thing.
no girl with a ring, no stable job with a couple of hobbies, kids ain’t born.
i settled with the pain i horded from the years.
trying to smile, but i can’t stand the tears.
staring at the sky, here i am god, make me new again.
take me back to the ucla, that ronald reagan.
drowning in the lake filled with my blood.
eye bags holding tears on standby, in case i cry.
strap me down on the hospital bed, in case i die.
cease to exist, talk bad about me babe, i won’t cease and desist.
list my faults and why you need to leave me on the la streets.
crippling under my misdeeds, greed in your eyes stole my love away.
fly away from our relationship and take the lax, first class.
while i pass away in the double r medical center.
my heart critical with all these undone tasks building up around me.
stuck in the sludge, my legs don’t run so i\'m stuck in last place.
last place i wanna be is alone, but that\'s the tone i give.
take me back to the ucla, that ronald reagan.
pass through my time and find a spot where i’m normal again.
find a time where i’m happy with who i am.