Packed my bags with angry hands
I'm in my head the whole way home
Finally made it, no more cravings
Had my fill of being alone
I mean you can only go so deep
Sometimes it's scary what you'll find
I could shake it, fill that space back up with
just a pinch of time
Cause what would pace around that cave
was not a lasting form of mine
Thought I saw something in the mirror
Must be a figment of my mind
Had so much fun in Summer's sun
Is it a Tuesday or July?
Then comes that weight when it gets late
I find myself cranking a vice
I thought I had ditched it on that road
I guess the distance won't suffice
You tap into another you and then that door's
forever there
You can't unsee the ugly scenes, can only take
notes from your hair
And bring a candle to those caves
And look yourself right in the eyes
So what's it mean?
I still dream in green
Feeding off fantasies
Am I me?
A scarecrow on Venus
Who only tells of carousels
It feels like the incessant faucet drip
I am not who I am not who I ought to be
But what's that mean?
I'm nauseous off fantasies
It easy to take down a mirror
Though it's good to know
Where each door goes
And how deep you can sink into it
Gotta find the switch
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