Giuseppe - Fish Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Time] Looking out my window never thought that I would find it I was looking for myself I guess the whole time I was blinded The past you can't rewind it, so what I do I stand behind it Never spineless, my mind is a prison, memory I'm doing time with But I swear I'm not crazy, I'm really going sane Art is just the way I articulate pain Pa**ion is my engine I'm steering around the blame Then I got into a head on crash down memory lane The wall in Berlin fell then we just built more They make us hate each other so we just stay poor They say those were the good days but I don't know what they meant Cause when I was born Reagan was k**ing dissent I'm at the laundry mat trying to wash yesterday off I think I lost my inner child to the flu and whooping cough I saw d**h in the alley I smelled the whiskey on his breath I didn't know he missed me but I'm glad that he left Walking down Federal where Kerouac used to roam Broken gla** and bounced checks, somewhere there's a poem Pinball at the laundry mat, basketball at the park Used to go and tag in the alley after dark I saw a man get stabbed to get d**h when i was only 10 I didn't talk for a week, thought I'd wind up like him Fast forward to the orange bottles and spilled Prosecco Little did I know it really wouldn't help me let go [Hook: Giuseppe & Time] Here we are right now Here we never were Here we are right now This is the future [Verse 2: Time] Let's go to another party and spill our life stories All this monotony got me depressed like Giles Corey I wrote for the skeletons of mice beyond my drywall I wanna fly away like Daniel Johnston's eyeball Me and music don't get along, she stabbed with a G sharp Now all i got is this debt and a chewed up heart Show your wound to the world, don't let your friends lick your scars Keep the ones that tell you when you're f**ing up, you'll go far I pushed god on the tracks in Paris at the train station Now I don't believe in nothing but progress and creation Emptiness can be a gift, or a foreclosed home Thoughts without action are just graveyard bones My 200th millionth grandfather's probably a fish Or maybe I'm just dreaming and don't even exist When I finally unzip my skin, I'll step out and float Then I'll bu*ton up enlightenment and wear it like a coat [Hook: Giuseppe & Time] Here we are right now Here we never were Here we are right now This is the future