41st

Does anyone wanna hear the 40 songs I wrote this year?

Had a dream based on reality

You were being really mean to me

For what it's worth I wish I was the earth

Every time I'm remembering what you were

I close my eyes every time and I wonder why

(Why? Why? Why? Why?)

I look at the branches and hold a mirror up

They're looking at me and say "you don't have a comb, do ya?"

I'm trying to sit still between the chatter

Holding me together is that I'll be seeing you after

Glimmering lips give you away

You've got nothing to say

Try to recall if it ever felt like this

Turning around to this stranger that I'm with

I only want something comforting