Laying down on the lawn

I'm tired of trying to get in the house

I'm thinking out loud

I've been playing dead

My whole life

And I get this feeling whenever I feel good

It'll be the last time.

But I feel something when I see you now

I feel something when I see you.

If you're a work of art

I'm standing too close

I can see the brush strokes

I hate your mom

I hate it when she opens her mouth

It's amazing to me how much you can say

When you don't know what you're talking about.

But I feel something when I see you now

I feel something when I see you.

I used to light you up

Now I can't even get you to play the drums

'cause I don't know what I want

Until I fuck it up.

But I feel something when I see you now

I feel something.

I'll climb through the window again

But right now it feels good not to stand

Then I'll leave it wide open

Let the dystopian morning light pour in.