Your Cocoon

You say there’s nothing else for me
That’s only true if you’re not free
You stand there shouting in the mall
Opinions crumpled in your paw
Yeah I saw
You’ve decided it all too soon
Rolling joints, it’s not even noon
You come across occasional truths
As you leaf through notes from your youth
Wearing your new expensive hat
You think it tells us where you’re at
How 'bout that?
You’ve decided it all too soon
Rolling joints, it’s not even noon
I’m here dressed up like a cartoon
Asking please please burn your cocoon
Your cocoon
Your cocoon
Your cocoon