I walk in circles, but I still get on okay
I still avoid the neighbors, I hide behind a pair of
Big sunglasses on the cloudiest days, spend
My nights on auto-pilot, hearing regurgitated
Podcasts in the very poshest of places
I walk Ventura see the same old faces
Just ignore the clipboards and pretend
I’m mid-conversation
Jesus Christ I think I’m phoning it in
Might have to Postmate ice cream cake and
Some more cough medicine for
Colds I’m over and birthdays I’ve cashed in
But when I sleep
I dream of places, things that I could keep
And we are everything we still could be and then it
All comes crashing down
A call from Katie to come out of the cave where
I could meet everybody, but I just can’t stand to see
Another showcase down at Hotel Cafe, that’s
A real hard maybe for me. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s free, but
Every evening is another big chance for me to
Watch some TV, artificially put myself to sleep
Et cetera, but try me next week
Oh cause when I sleep
I dream of places, things that I could keep
And we are everything we still could be
Remembering a moment I had you in my corner
Can’t tell if it’s heaven or torture, oh, and then it
All comes crashing down on me
The same old story of a self-important artist
The purgatory of a valley rent-controlled apartment
And all the therapy just falls short chemically and
I can’t imagine what would file down the sharper memories
And everyone I meet blames my astrology
When everywhere I turn there’s someone dropping dead around me
The only thing I need is just for you to see
Everything we still could be before it
All comes crashing down, on me