Its just a feeling that you get
Im not around
And its hard to breathe
And as im falling off the hinges
Falling out
Between you and me
Walking through the tall gra** of los angeles
Eating my burrito
Under the chemical sunset
Thinking of my potbellied future
Will i be happy?
Will i be rich?
Ill be sitting by the tub in a white towel
Drawing the hottest bath imaginable
Will we be wiping steam off the mirror
Seeing our younger selves?
Or just covered in vines?
Im pretty sure im a kind of collection of things
Scattered throughout the backyard
Under the moon
Pulling weirdo slow dance moves
Maybe always losing it a little
I am ashamed to believe in myself!
Its just a feeling that you get
Im not around
And its hard to breathe
And as im falling off the hinges
Falling out
Between you and me