Turn your head to the moon, a better place to stand by
Than being held back by your own self-righteousness.
I've been dying to leave since I first walked in this place
Say you're getting by but drugs don't keep you high.
The nitrogen in my veins won't match the antifreeze in yours
I'll be outdone by streams of consciousness.
And when you go on a walk, and your world starts to rain
Do you respond in catatonic-ness?
Or do you fucking break?
When I took my hat off in a canoe without a paddle
The world became too bright for me to see
My whole feeling of helplessness is inspired by what I can't do
And it starts by saying everything with a B.