This Must Be How... - Owls

This must be how I do not feel

This must be at the (???)

How everyone kinda feels

Like all the things are said over man’s head

Like a masked man drives, look at it

Everybody end of line, the same city

This must be at the end of line

Where everyone kinda thinks

I heard within the length, but a shot might offense

Like never ending neon electricity

I’m startin' to think you can’t see

You still are trust to be there

But I depend on it, rites of the fall

Looks like a greenhouse, or a spiting miss

Hittin' my noodle man, this must at the

Kind of life…