James Franco: Stoner Of The Year

Relying on
All that you thought
When you were young
Discussions were simpler
Your back was set straight

Warm arms and legs grow cold
Come up with something else to say

You come across a photograph that looks a lot like you
Your voice is weak
Your hands are numb
Your legs begin to give
And in all of this you remember how it used to be
And in all of this I swear to god I think I used to fit