Sultry spectacles
Empty receptacles
Too f*cked up to fight back
Too strung out
Can't relax
Can't find anything good in me
Don't sell yourself short
You'll make an excellent tree
In the park
Learning in the sun
Facing the sky
And away from everyone
Even though my roots have been cut
And I'm disconnected
You can climb on me if you need protection
I will care for you
I don't care that I can't move
I'm afraid of the truth
So I lie to myself
And repeat everyday
That things will go well
Cluster headaches
Getting worse since I fell
My hearing's going too
So you'll to yell
The world's too loud anyhow
So I don't mind it fading out
Talk to myself
'Cause there's no one around
On a walk in the garage
Counting down
I should make a plan
But I forgot how
Energy with nowhere to go
Just hold my hand and don't let go
We're afraid of the truth
So we lie to ourselves
And repeat everyday
That things will go well