Staring at the ocean
Waiting for the world to end
Skating on the surface
Trying hard to comprehend
Wishing on a moment
Searching for the answer
Most days I really don't have a clue
I'm lost in my head again
I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times
Is this what it feels like?
I've got my heart
Strung up on clothing lines
Through tenement windows
In mid-July
This fool's breath hummin' so bad
It'll melt your ice cream
They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things
Sittin' too close to him on BART
Like, my eyes sting
I try to be subtle
Hand him a stick of gum
I was a victim of breath on hum