caught in a dream but never come home always around the corner another corner waits caught in... you could say i'm an avante-gard composer cuz there aren't any notes in a single one of my note books as soon as i find a way to play these reams of sheet music with an instrument that's new and uses a scale of crossed out words regret and embarresment instead of guitar chords and i'm sure it's just a matter of seconds before i'm rich on MTV, pack th place with kids to sing my songs with, and bite their tounges along with me i never got a messege in a dream i've come back but never come home always around the corner another corner waits caught in... this was supposed to be a release and now it's quiete easily the most stressful piece of my existence my trip overseas, i was scared sh**less the second time only felt an overpowering indifference now my third is iminent, and i just feel sick i'm the guy in the doctor's office "doctor, it hurts when i do this" you weigh less than your own shaddow i was barely a stick to start with now i'm outdone by the sum of all the splinters i've discarded and none of my friends know who i am, it's our arrangement i kept cex at arm's length to try and keep the real ryan safe for every dodgeball thrown, every night with cameras rolling there's bright lines drawn around all of the sh** we leave unspoken my confessions could fill stadiums, but still my heart's buried under baltimore, and i think i've fogotten where i could tear up the city trying find it but knowing myself i'd just probably lie in the cavity with straw and disappear i never got a messege in dreams i've come back but never come home always, arond the corner another corner waits caught in perpetual low