I have this fire in my lungs
That if I don't let out
I might just kill someone
Maybe on Maple Street in summer
Everybody's loved and they've all met someone
I read in David Bowie's mind,
We've all lost our minds
But nobody really minds
Cause I'll be waiting
To pull the covers over one more summer
Just to keep the bed made
Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind
Am I crazy for wanting things okay
I rely way too much on signs
I'm pulling out the cards,
But the meaning's already decided
When the cards that I've been drawn
Are scattered on the floor
I'll still deal more
I can organise them in a stack
But if I have lost my mind
I don't need it back
Cause I'll be waiting
To pull the covers over one more summer
Just to keep the bed made
Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind
Am I crazy for wanting things okay
Am I crazy for wanting things
Falling
When somebody is talking
I'll look for a warning sign to leave on the next line
Flying
Creating fictional mindless characters I met one time
That I wish were mine
I wonder which one you'll fit under
Or if I'll make another
One day when I'm older
Maybe I'll have trouble speaking
One day when there's a reason
Cause I'll be waiting
Pull the covers over one more summer
Just to keep the bed made
Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind
Am I crazy for wanting things okay
Cause I'll be waiting