I find it hard To write about something so serious There's nothing more scary than putting myself out there With a possibility of a miss
The temperature is rising Higher than Singapor I've only found my way Through the back door
Wishing I had a birds eye view Of the time ahead While singing like a whale I'd repeat what I've said
Can we swim in a passage Like fish underwater? I'll have my name on it For ever-longer
And the moment of truth Couldn't have hit me harder It was that crying night And I had no shoulder
I can't take the time And I am not willing to waste it I need a little human stimulation Or at least a taste of it
So I write Maybe I'll hit, maybe I'll miss it But there's more use in trying To express yourself and let yourself out
I'll do the math Maybe science doesn't make sense I'll take it back If it doesn't fit right
I'll count the days until I show myself I'll show myself right
1 2 3 4, finding myself
I write in the moment With purity, truth, root, boot, who? Take a shot Try to be true, yoo-hoo... take a clue
So walk off the path Don't be like that Slimy scaly snake Sticking out of the grass
Or like little rabbit foo foo Hopping through the forest There's too many field mice And not enough tourists
The moment of truth Couldn't have hit me harder It was that crying night And I had no shoulder I can't take the time I'm not willing to waste it I need a little human stimulation Or at least a taste of it
(Breather)
Am I missing another piece of the pie That mother sat by the window to cool? It's really hard to think straight When I should be in school
But the music in my head Makes it an adventure forsure Even though I get lonely and turn back When the batteries are no more
And maybe this is a test And this is me thinking I feel like I am the best ship The best ship sinking
I am just trying to get my milk and cookies This is me tasting Everything has turned so bad And now I am just wasting
I am here with the lights out And am bored under the rain I definately am no girl scout When there's no fire there's no flame
The traffic is moving slow in my head It's timing to blame I should have left the house earlier Then I wouldn't be stuck out over the lane
My eyes go dry From the broken air fan I know myself I'll get something stuck in my eye again
I try Don't doubt me that I try I try Don't doubt me that I try
I go to bed tonight Feeling picked over Scared of when I turn out the light Of what I drove over
It's all I want And all I've wanted for the monster Come out of the closet
It's all I want And all I've wanted Now I'll drain him Under the faucet
It's all I want and all I've wanted
My mind's a mess Feeling compressed Like rabbits beating up Beating up my chest
