I'm walking back to mine
The sun is just an idea
The voice of Elliott Smith
Competes for frequencies that still exist
A metal flaw has sent me home
Packed kind of loose into my clothes
Should I be embarrassed
I should be embarrassed, really
Maybe it's the lack of sleep
But I'm quite impressed that I don't care
The river gives to alchemy
Let's play the guessing game
How many feathers in his wings
How none of them can catch the air
I splice my name into your past
I wasn't busy every weekend
I am the extra value meal
We play with each other through our phones
I am all the barnacles
That decorate your collar bones
Cheap flannel shirts and bootleg tees
Have you ever seen me wearing grey
Such big ideas and such small talk
Are you surprised it's all I've learned to say
You can still spit at her through me
I'll drink to methylate your voice
I'll send my PDE to hell
I wanna be like the other boys
Keep
Up
Doing much better now
I'm doing much better now