oh i love the dude that talks too much
i really wanna keep it up
I'm drinking till i break a glass
I'm sweeping in the dark
the days are getting funny
it's hard to look at sam
it's hard to tell the truth sometimes
i hide under the covers
the waking mind is not enough
my sister writes her dreams
i can barely see the edge
my scaffolding put to the test
my appetite and sleep compete
I'm just like all the rest

you can always see the line waver
as the fan turns in the summertime
in the place among the garbage
where I'm looking for the flowers

because I'm so directed
i search against the screen
face forward all the time
and ever so ill at ease

restless lover close to me
always in my mind lately
burning tragedy in the spring rain
where i was wasted on reality

vacancy lives here
and trains don't drive anymore
I'm deaf to my own potential
and apparently never going anywhere

laid to rest in the passenger seat
like i didn't exist
i might've seen a curling of the lip
but that doesn't mean anything

out of sight out of mind
with the bending of the wrist
now you know where i am
but that doesn't mean anything

there's a strength in your eyes
with your hair down nice
and it looks like you want me
but that doesn't mean anything

dreams, conspiracies
philosophy, fantasy
none of them
mean anything

my mind is trying to **** me
playing tricks on my psyche
won't let me be happy
thinks everyone is out to get me

it doesn't exist in reality

walking circles inside my skull
breaking down my every move
unhappy when it doesn't know
getting bored of all the same stuff

my mind is trying to hurt me
it happens almost daily
starting with my waking
and working towards an ending

there's trouble at home
and i stray further away
i steady myself
and i begin to feel
distance
as i push further away
and this summer heat
i neednt say
compress my guts
and the renewal of my lease
in the back of my mind
like tires melting in the trunk
waiting to take me away
and i let the hours burn
slowly
and i begin to feel
again

the words came to me in the funeral suit
in the backyard watching over the grass
lightly swaying in the sun, eyebrows forward, thinking
the product of countless hours when it finally spills to the forefront
conceived as i speak, and so simple: i get it