I'm a cloud that's procrastinating raining
I'm the water on your root
I just wanna blow your words back into you
No the void is only funny when there's something to prove
Let me reach for you
Let me reach for you
Pulling up to a new site of destruction
Where I burn just like the bruise
There's a ransom on your golden days in magazine collage
I'll be lapping water from a tire in the park let me wait for you
Cause I'm tired of missing cues
My future's free
If you need it
High on the sound of a contract ripping
Let's fantasise about never seeing people again
Do I have this tendency to disengage?
Are these measures of success or just some things you can say that sound worthy?
Like it's working
My future's free
If you need it
My record's clean
Would you read it?
Tell me how you
Made so many reservations now there's nothing you can hold
Why I've got so many reservations about showing up at all
And if it's all so transparent to us why can't we see
Some way out of the dial-a-dream?