Found no solution but to let the pieces fall where they fall
Even with nothing left, I’ve got more than you know
I wanna let you in and we’ll begin
I oversimplify this all the time
Somehow I think that I’m alone
I wake up every day and change my mind…
Good morning, darling sunshine, how are you today?
I’m a thousand miles where I live, and a million where you are
But it’s a little closer to you, and a little less familiar
I’m up eight floors of daybreak and shaded in viridian colours
Although it’s a quiet haze for me, I’ve never felt better
Good morning, yellow lovely, hope you’re having a great day
My blankets may be cold, but my dreams feel rather safe
Of insane trainwrecks and mad doctors and accidental murders
Okay—perhaps it was a little strange, but I must confess
I woke up in metaphysical iridescence, and I’ve never felt the best
Good morning (or perhaps evening), how do you do?
I’ve gone to places and labyrinthine mazes and incoherent disputes
But the best is where I was, where I don’t think too much
Where I’m content with overly-caffeinated nights and later-day chats
And I still constantly think of home—not the place I’ve been
But inside the illusion of infinity thereafter, where I’m contented again.
Why did I let it go? Why did I leave myself?
No explanation as to why I’m here and not somewhere else
It’s reaping what I sow, I think I need some help
I wanna let you in, and we’ll begin..