The right time
Sitting on the front lawn
I can't seem to take it
Feelings of estrangement
We'll shake up
Read my words back to me
I can't seem to fake it
Feelings of afraid

In dirty socks
And bamboo pods
In between a smoke-filled breaths
Between the smoke-filled breaths

My mind's a playground
Of half-thought thoughts
And I can't get my head around it
Aching with playground taunts
I eat my words with appetite

And it's the wrong time
Sitting on the back lawn
You can't seem to take it
Feelings of estrangement
Oh shake up
Say your words back to you
You can't seem to fake it
Feelings of afraid

In dirty socks
And bamboo pods
In between a smoke-filled breaths
Between the smoke-filled breaths

My mind's a playground
Of half-thought thoughts
And I can't get my head around it
Aching with playground taunts
I eat my words with appetite

Lying in my bed right next to me
I can't see your face
It's the coldest day I've felt
And I can't read without
Turning pages
When everything
Is nothing

My mind's a