More Steroids Than Love

Walking down my old childhood memories
Looking at my shoes kick the dirt
Thinking how these days there are more steroids than love
More bars than truth

I keep on walking
Never mind getting out of the yellow brick road
More grime sticks to my shoe
Is there someone to love?

There is no path to follow
I’m surrounded by greys and black
And truth be told I’m not even nervous
I’ve lived too long on this life

My legs are currently hurting
I can’t even see my shoes move
It’s all so dark now
Well I guess there’s more space to puke