Plastic Cup
Kyle Nog
Sitting in a plastic cup
I gaze upon the day
I won't leave this plastic cup
For everything's OK
If I left this plastic cup
I may just change my head
I think I've found a blackened cup
To sit inside instead
Strolling down these needle streets
From meadows yes and gold
Ancient kingdom, higher king
And treasures hath been told
These cavern walls are stained with screams
And pictures from a time
Sweetest friend, please stay with me
And you can take my life
