Opening Grandma’s birthday card, headed straight for the $20 bill inside 
Not knowing I could use those wise words of advice 
No matter what she tells me I have to learn on my own 
My life’s a field trip with no chaperone 
Leaving the scene
I left my house keys 
And my friends in the cushion seats 
Went back to grab my belongings and the place was empty 
Got me thinking that nothing matters 
Are those cocaine lines or is that mirror shattered 
Either way it’s bad luck 
With everything I’ve been through, I don’t believe in such 
Nothing gets reciprocated 
But that’s probably what my grandma thought when I overlooked her message to grab that $20 piece of paper