You think that maybe I’m just a backseat driver to my own life, and maybe I am Sometimes control isn’t always the best thing to search for; sometimes it’s ok to act like a lamb Twenty three point four degree burns cover your insides, inside your mind. You look so hard for the fire that caused it all, but instead you’re bound to find One more reason why perspective is treason, but that’s one door, that you locked up long ago Sometimes all these doors, pile up, But a tilted axis is merely one more drop in the cup One more reason why perspective is treason, but that’s one door, that you locked up long ago A tilted axis is a global concern... And to think it all started from a single wrong turn.

Oh the doctors wanted to survive but oh the monsters still did thrive and when will you all learn your stupid lessons? And one day we'll all live in peace but until that day we'll all just seek each other's boring company and heaven. And when it rains it pours and each other we adore. In love triangles we circle one another. We'll all go off on tangents and it's true we love our grand kids but for now we'll all just run for cover. And we are all just babies falling in the sky And we are all just babies falling in the sky And sleeping through each other's dreams will think how big infinity is but I still think things matter And sometimes ruining routine will make us feel a little clean cause sitting on our asses makes us fatter And I miss country roads that take us home to where we each belong So just wait in my head poisoning lead poison in my lungs And we are all just babies falling in the sky And we are all just babies falling in the sky And I still choose to believe that in our hearts we rarely bleed because pain is superstition and love is real Some may call it optimism but I chose instead to kiss them on the cheek so that they can feel me And we are all just babies falling in the sky And we are all just babies falling in the sky

I’m scared that I’m beginning to think that I don’t need love anymore Because I had it once, I think, but I forgot what it means I think that I just may be better off without it But I am never quite sure of any of my own damn needs. Well, lately life is getting a little bit more predictable And if you set it on fire well I would damn call that despicable. But if you’re gullible like me, well, then the blind dogs they can see The truth in your eyes, even though you may never fly And may god strike me down, because on a sunny day, I’m as happy as can be So please forgive me if I marry the sun And if you exist and if you and awake, then maybe someday we’ll meet face to face But I’m still just sleeping like everyone. Well, lately life is getting a little bit more predictable And if you set it on fire well I would damn call that despicable. But if you’re gullible like me, well, then the blind dogs they can see The truth in your eyes, even though you may never fly And if I can’t put a finger on it, then how dare I lay one on you? Being so confused about what is life, what right do I have to drag you down, too? And lately I’ve trying desperately to contrive a situation where it is appropriate to cry But, I fear I may be wound too tightly. I gotta leave this town, no time to let it dry. Oh let it dry, let it dry, oh my why can’t I just tell why I can’t let it dry. Try to dry oh on that drive, a lonely drive, on this crowded night, I wanna let it dry….

When I was child, I always wanted a portable television. And now-a-days a TV is the last thing on my mind. Other things seem so much more important, like nuclear fission. All the while I’m sitting here on the side of the street, and turning a blind eye. This is a song for someone who acts older than they should. In the meantime, I’m just sitting here feeling kinda good. Prada shoes and kangaroos were something that I didn’t know about. There were velcro volcanoes and jalapeno pockets I wished I would send I was an iceberg burglar, whatever that means. I would scream and shout and count Today, I hear so many sad stories and I only wish they weren’t being told by my friends This is a song for someone who acts older than they should. In the meantime, I’m just sitting here feeling kinda good. As the older get colder, if you know what I mean, the younger eat thunderous booty machines We’ll all grow up one day I just don’t know when, but I hope that that one day is close to the end The power flickers as the flower pickers, put down their baskets and get back to their scenes But it isn’t the end. No don’t be the end. This is a song for someone who acts older than they should. In the meantime, I’m just sitting here feeling kinda good. This is a song for someone who acts older than they should. In the meantime, I’m just sitting here feeling kinda good. Now I’m becoming nostalgic for things I’ve never had. I only wish that one day I could grow up and not be sad In the meantime, I’m sitting here feeling kinda good.

Sometimes all you can do is be happy for someone else. Sometimes playing music in my boxers at 3am is my only poker tell. Sometimes I’d rather do something really shitily and half assed, than not try anything at all. But sometimes not, and that’s when I get really scared to leave this rolling ball La… Sometimes I forget the lyrics to my own damn songs And sometimes on the radio you are expecting just another sing-a-long But instead, comes a more melancholy tune, on the air And somehow this makes you a little happier. It seemed fair. La… The sum of time is your loosing of your hair. In due time we will all get out of your mother’s care On occasion words are never what you want to say But the music makes its way, at least every other day. La…

I don’t wanna find no loving Among the broken teeth of a worn out oven Please don’t show me that damn picture I turn off all the light, and all them fixtures. I can’t take it for forever ever I just breath it deep and and and and AND To be free is to be trapped by something that you don’t know. Is it different? Should I cry? Lifting weights inside my head, exercising my rights with red paint. Let it dry.