 I was taking tips of it to my nose And I wish I could get back there, someplace back there Smiling in the pictures you would take Doing crystal metal, lift you up until you break It won't stop, I won't come down and keep stopped With the tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given Then I bumped again, then I bumped again Said, how do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside?