when i get overwhelmed with the noise of reality
you'll find me rushing to my sanctuary
to wonder where, ask who
I pledge every inch
of my existence to you

Sometimes my words come out as static
and my legs don’t work quite right,
so I wind up the spring in my lower back
to act myself for the night.
A puppet existing in someone else’s world,
or a marionette doll mastered by myself.
Sometimes I wish I could let go,
so they would leave me on the shelf.

the highs, the lows, the overdose
the nights alone, the empty phone
i wish i'd know where this would go
i would have got off long before
it broke the wings i used to soar
and left my heart an open sore
you don't know what you're in for
hey, what's your favorite dinosaur?