Strawberries

All the greats die young
 That's probably why I'm still alive
 So I'll cry and cry
 But as the smells cave in
 Its probably why I don't feel so right
 So I lie and lie
 I'm just trying find, good signs, and good times
 To get high, try my best to stay out of my mind
 I'm just trying find
 Long nights, the good fight, to stay high
 And try my best, to stay out, of my mind
 Happy is temporary, but I can't look back
 Medicate till I feel something
 Did I just say that
 Ate all those strawberries but somehow still lack
 Medicate till I feel nothing
 I didn't mean to say that
 It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries
 It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries
 I think I'll walk outside
 Butt naked into the night
 Right into those oceans waves
 Tell me if I die here
 In a field of my own fears
 It's probably why I don't feel alright
 I'm just trying to find, good signs, and good times
 To get high, try my best to stay out of my mind
 I'm just trying to find
 Long nights, the good fight, to stay high
 And try my best, to stay out, of my mind
 Happy is temporary, but I can't look back
 Medicate till I feel something
 Did I just say that?
 Ate all those strawberries but somehow still lack
 Medicate till I feel nothing
 I didn't mean to say that
 It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries
 It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries
 As I watch my skin decay the water as it pulls away
 My love for fruit will slowly change
 And my heart will finally sway
 As I grow through the year, my field becomes dry of fear
 My love for fruit will fade, happy in this field of strawberries
 Happy is temporary, but I can't look back
 Medicate till I feel something
 Did I just say that?
 Ate all those strawberries but somehow still lack
 Medicate till I feel nothing
 I didn't mean to say that
 It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries
 It's just me, just me in a field of strawberries
 As I watch my skin decay the water as it pulls away
 My love for fruit will slowly change
 And my heart will finally sway
 As I grow through the year, my field becomes dry of fear
 My love for fruit will fade, happy in this field of strawberries