Here it is I hide,

independently confined to this Half Friend Town.

Prisoner where I reside,

cower from the Gainesville eye.

Welcome to Half Friend Town.

And we all know what that means.

It means giving up and selling out on all of our dreams.

Here I think in song,

here I speak freely of my flaws (and my excesses).

I pray it won't be long.

I pray I will move on,

while the rest regress.

Out-punk or punk out.

Those are your only options here.