Luis Neer - Autobiography lyrics

My life theories are full of flaws Your favorite thing to do is to touch them Do you remember You go at it till there are no fingerprints left You begin to glance between me and the dying light bulb When you leave, it's always late Me, a little comatose tumbling through rituals and the first ten minutes of every John Wayne movie on Netflix Somebody tells me You've turned into a broken record I can't dispute so I climb into their back pack Forget it I kaleidoscope alone on the floor of the infinite waiting room where a schizophrenic woman describes the events of her body to a person who isn't me I tell my therapist I don't know where I am He tells me You should read Jung I figure that we probably afford ourselves one nirvana and move till we're there I've become a broken record inevitably I tie my shoes many times There is no exit There is no entrance There is only this doorway that we circle back to