Digger Digwillow - Banging My Head Lyrics

Constantly banging my head against the wall it's freezing outside
I'm expecting isolated showers to downpour on my pride
Wish I was a kid again looking for puddles to trudge through
Can't do that anymore the mud'll ruin my shoes

I'm enthralled by watching the lives friends I don't have like the voyeur I am
I don't know much about sparrows, but I've got one in my hand
I'd love to fly home for winter as birds of a feather
But I find beauty is daunting when we're close together

I finally understand seeing the forest for the trees
I've caught myself gazing at parking lots for the spaces between
I pictured myself strutting through the city of angels
But I wound up somewhere else in a sort of modern kite string tangle

Whoa whoa
I wish that record player was closer than I
Whoa whoa
It's a mirage the music's blaring I can't tell where from
Whoa whoa
Some days I feel it, but not past the marching drums
Whoa whoa
I lose my focus for a second to match the pendulum

I'm still
Banging my fists against the walls
I'm thunderstruck as lightning falls
I'm really tired didn't set my alarm
Hard to say that I was charming for long

I'm wired
All this coffee and tea has made me feel like a bumblebee
Who hangs out with wasps
I won't sting because I only can only do it once

I like my shatters glass
And when the concrete I am walking on is cracked
I'll keep you in view
While I trip walking on the train tracks

You are
Still so exciting
Unlike our homework
Times and I are still fighting
Over it done with this mess
I'm still rewriting
This paper about how we're all blessed

I'm searching for a five leaf clover
I'm stressed about this and the rest
My shoulders are slumping to the beat
I think I should think less

Whoa whoa
I wish that record player was closer than I
Whoa whoa
It's a mirage the music's blaring I can't tell where from
Whoa whoa
Some days I feel it, but not past the marching drums
Whoa whoa
I lose my focus for a second to match pendulum