I'M THE SUN!
I'M THE SUN!
PLEASE GOD BELIEVE ME
I CAN'T FIND THE TIME TO DO IT!
I NEED TO PASS THE RESPONSIBILITY!
I'M THE MOON!
I'M THE MOON!
FALL ASLEEP ON MY CHEST!
CARVE INTO CRESCENTS,
I'LL BE MORE BEAUTIFUL I SWEAR!
I'LL FORCE IT IF NEED BE!
I'LL FORCE AN INCOMPLETE!
I DON'T BELIEVE IN FINAL DRAFTS!
JUST LIKE YOU DONT BELIEVE IN ME!
I'M THE SKY!
I'M THE SKY!
I WANNA DIE I WANNA DIE
I'M THE MORNING, WHILE PITCH BLACK
AND I'M IN LOVE!

All I ever wanted was good coffee and good cigarettes
playing acoustic songs with friends
in a bedroom, a basement or a couch on a front porch

I've been having these fantasies of me,
playing a Fender
screaming words I wrote earlier
at another kid who's mad at life
and pissed off at his government

but instead i'm sleeping for fifteen hours
I can't find it in myself to take a goddamn Prozac
I feel these callouses scratching at my face
As i think of how I could make these words paint a picture

Some days I feel like a thief
When my friends all think so high of me
I had a smarter man than me say get used to letting them down
And then he smiled and so did I,
Cuz I knew the likes

Some days I feel just like a martyr
A throne made of tears shed for mischievous daughters
Who lived their nights in fear, one in the same with my type
They weren't anything special, I know the fucking likes

I can puke my stomach inside out on the road
I can follow your orders, make secrets my own
I can eat all I can till there's none left to take
None to hand out to those watched me steal from their plates

I'm already damned downward I know this much true
Cuz I bled from sweaty finger tips and yelled out my fuck you's
Till all I knew was anger, void dishonesty
And I may know the likes but the the likes don't know me
And I may know the likes but the likes don't like me

I can sleep fourteen hours
Wake up, dream to die
Eat, shower, repent, find my bed again, I
Knew just what I could make of my life when I found
It was bleaker than black,
Horse shit found on the ground

I'm not made up of much more than books on a shelf
Ones I hadn't touched in years
Like they'd touched me themselves
I'm no good at innuendo
No good at a lot
Not even playing guitar
All I know is to rot

All I know is to write
All I know is to bleed
All I know is to let down
Everyone who built me
All I know is to fake it till the finally believe
I won't die much too young, but shit I'll fucking dream
I won't die much too young, but fuck please let me dream