Put it back now
Put it back in its place
Put it back down
Put it back down in space
Making sure problems don't get waist high
In your eyes, I see the crying moon
Looking after you
Putting myself in a box
Putting that box under the bed
Putting that bed in the place that I rent
I don't need that many friends to get by
To get high is a nighttime crime
Like having a couple slices of apple pie
Running for the president of the United States
Gonna go visit a bunch of states by the Great Lakes
Have I ever told you I'm an escapist?
If I don't try to recognize my fate
It'll be too late