A friend just asked "what's on your head?" My answer was "well, i'm ok" Honestly i don't really care how it'll be tomorrow My plans are just to stay in bed Me and my dog and that window painted by the rain My alter ego writing music About the old me and all those lucid dreams Talking bullshit with my friends Things that maybe make no sense Just like sophists did back then "No absolute truth" its our way of playin' A shitty day at school just went The silence of the car... i just can't wait To start driving on to the wind Singing those songs about me and all those lucid dreams Who am I?, and, why now?, and, what for? Who am I?, and, why now?, and, what for? Who am I?, and, why now?, and, what for? Just existing in full on lucid dream