This is a song about "Sand paper"

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

You know...you know who you are

And if it goes my way it will all disappear into the sand

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

The trees behind me don't do any better since they are all covered by sand

But don't fall asleep

I feel the sand on my feet

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Got the perfect plan to help me get her