I have it all figured out in my head
You have buried a hole in my chest
You have kept it all in your head instead
But i have made a mark outside of your hand
And i'll keep my eyes open
But i won't look out the window
Because i might see things i've read about
In a book in my room from then
I have what it takes and i will have the space
And i am packing a suitcase
And i am coming with you the the west coast
But it's not my home
But they know that i'm good at keeping things
In my chest in my chest