Follow Me Down

There’s nothing more I want than to get high by myself alone.
Maybe a couple of friends coming over to tie the ends together.
All cars that drive past here are probably headed anywhere my imagination goes.
And perspectively it grows, but who knows?
You need to be following me down to where the spirits flow.
Where nothing comes around except for the world that you just found.
I prefer to be right here.
Not with anybody else not anywhere.
I got so scared the other night.
I fell into some kind of fight.
I just couldn’t face the fact.
That our point of view was different from the rest.
I thought everyone was nice, giving people credit for their lives.