Welcome me to spruce-bound Californian communes
These altruistic metaphors my brain force me to misconstrue
In my mind, I'm standing there sun kissed in June
In rapid eye moves, I fall right back to you
I haven't touched a bike since last year
I haven't felt the sea
It's pointless point projection
I used to paint these pictures of me
In my mind, I'm everything you said was true
In rapid eye moves, I fall right back to you
Every night I marry a different crowd
Canals of fire, when every voice sounds so loud
I just want to feel normal again
I just want to have meals with my friends
I just can't go through this again
Find my comfort in envisioning the end
