"i'm on your side"
"don't insult my pride"

not even listening
only the birds sing
tired of nothing

in my room alone
thinking things unknown

pretty peculiar
said that he knew her
maybe when you were alone

Endless conversations
Drunk in smelly basements
Ain't it good to feel brand new

Staring at the ceiling
Tell me how you're feeling
Better than I ever knew

Garbage in the movies
All my clothes outgrew me
What's a skinny boy to do?

Counting every hour, every minute
Every second till I'm

Home again
I'm home again

Wrote the song and played it
Mama look I made it
Only thing I'm meant to do

I need new direction
Too much self affection
What's a homesick boy to do?

Fingers tapping, molars gnashing
What I wouldn't give just to be

Home is where the sky is blue

Home again

I wake before the sun
Inbetween realities
Heavy eyelids
Weighed down by the remnants of persistent dreams

All their little secrets
Elegantly synchronized
Pull me inwards
Disintegrating back into my distant dreams

Far from fickle feelings and monotony
Velvet blur and phantom feel possess me
I've been in a funk a couple months now
The lasso sun can pull me up if I let it

Don't wake me up as my mind makes up melted memories
Memories are dreams in the sense of reality
Don't wake me I'd rather dream

Honey hues crochet the blinds and paint the walls
Inner machinations crash like waterfalls

Open eyes squint to see a room so bright
Golden liquid sun illuminates my face in vibrant light

I tug at braided sun rays
Left me hanging yesterday
Busy washing rain away
I hold on tight anyway

Window seats so I talk to your reflection
City lights or a portal to the next dimension

Can of coke, back and forth, back and forth
Moving forwards, turning backwards, back and forth, back and forth

In ten more years we'll figure it out
I don't quite know what we're figuring out
But this infinite recursion of reactions to everything is
Driving

Driving us out of the station
And my life (is falling behind)
I should be out of the station (but I'm in the woods)

Looks like a black hole on the right
I meant to text you every night
We're a long way from home
In ten more years we'll get it right

Full moon in my room
I'm the only one it's over
Full moon in my room
I'm the only one it's over
I'm the only one it's over
It's over

I'm reaching out for something I can't hold
or even comprehend
but I'm reaching anyway

I'm holding onto meaningless ideas
of answers to my life
but now I know the answer is the question

All I know is I am nothing
And nothing's everthing