I write this stuff all day
I'm not sure if its good or not
I just like the idea of letting your words out of your system
It's been twisting I'm my mind what to expect
Would it be effective immediately? I thought
But things take time
That's alright with me
I write this stuff all day
I don't like going outside seeing new faces
Why bother tying my laces going to new places
Changing my orders is crazy to me
I like doing the same thing everyday
Im not happy, but I have my ways
I stay inside, mostly in bed
Because I write this stuff all day
Everyday, I slay away
Sometimes I laugh at most of the stuff I type, I try hard not to be shy about religions
While I'm bed I think of my bad decisions I made...
But then again, I already paid
Because have to write this stuff everyday
Everyday, I slay away
Everyday, I stay awake
Everyday, I feel I shade away

All the things you can't control
Should never destroy your hopes and dreams
Which seems to be constantly happening
Falling from skyscrapers finding something new to latch onto
Attached by these distractions causing destructions
We could have avoided this but you kept going on a quest for honesty
Honestly I told the truth
But you wouldn't believe me
Anything I say isn't plain true to you
I think I'm through with you!
All the things you can't control
Should never destroy your hopes and dreams
Which seems to be constantly happening
Falling from skyscrapers finding something new to latch onto
Attached by these distractions causing destructions

I know what you think in the morning
When the sun comes off the ground running around
Pacing yourself for more time, but you'll never understand
So don't fake it out
Steer in the right direction
Listen to all of your fears
It shows what you have done
It knows where your mind had gone, now find this so you can then take care of it
I love to see far out from anything else
Beyond the imperfections
Interface with a new light
Interface with a new group
I know what you think in the morning
When the sun comes off the ground running around finding nothing but mankind

They like walking on the highway
Highways highways
But they push harder to be alive tommorow
They are usually criticized as insane boys
But they keep blowing side ways
Some of them are afraid of what might be insight while they're flyer than a flight
They love strolling on the highway
Highways highways
And they keep with passage ways
But they sometimes go where they want to
They like walking on the highway
Highways highways
But they push harder to be alive tommorow
They are usually criticized as insane boys
Insane boys insane boys
They want to live together
They think life is just a lousy freeway
Freeway freeway
They get ridiculed into the gangway
Later on they try to break away
But they went down the wrong pathway
The think life is a freeway
They like walking on the highway
Highways highways
They like walking on the highway
Highways highways
They like walking on the highway
Highways highways
They like walking on the highway
Highways highways
But will they survive tommorow?

She's so soft and warm in my arms
My hands are resting on her shoulders
There's no reason to hurry
And I held on brightly, crushing quietly reason to be nervous
Just start that brand new story
All real but still unseen
There is no more decision
You say things will be well and fine
I think I'll be alright
I think we'll be alright
Stay close to me
Stay close, believe
I wont let them destroy these dreams
We can't let them delay those dreams
I think we'll be alright
I think we'll be alright
And I held on brightly, crushing quietly

Water dripped on the side of the home
So we stayed inside, looking for an adventure awaiting for us
Plus we we had to discuss what was good to do around here, maybe the rooftop
We piled up with fear, or I did at least
The four of us climbed up and dropped but we pushed to the top
We found old canyons and a cannon one behind mystical door
Another had deep blue ocean shores
Another brown door we opened had only steep hills that leaded to nowhere
And the last door was blue, I swear it took us fifteen minutes to budge it open
It was a camera with a recordation of a famous magician in the 1920's
The sky cleared up
It's funny how you can believe anything you see, we are no longer crazy kids

My instincts are telling me wrong, I try to flirt but it didn't work
You touch me and it starts to burn, just tell me what is wrong
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
I feel like a fool and...
I feel like a fool and around everyone will laugh
My insecurities are swirling from the sussurus sounds
My heart stops as it ends to pound
Each corner is a search led to nowhere
I try to find you, but I feel someone tugging on my shirt
Try to fight back, but everything is blurred
Everything I was listening to began to come unheard of
I'm going berserk trying to repeat things frame by frame
Every word is disturbingly introverted
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
I feel like a fool and...
and everyone around will laugh
My ears bleed from the sussurus sounds
I'd be there if I could
I feel like a fool
Tell me what I'm doing wrong