Sticky
Sticky gray bubble gum
Stuck to my feet
Sad, white boy funk
Reminds me of you
Doggy treats, greening leafs
I can't forget and you can't let go
The path less travelled is getting crowded
And there's no new ways
It all goes like waves
Rolling through, below you
A warm empty place
I'll follow through and promise you
That I'll be ok
Waves, it's all that is
Writer/s: Burlap the Sac
