I'm sitting here just to think of my thoughts
I had to come here to sit down with a coffee
just to pull them out of my head
I come in and set up a chair
Pick a good spot
Stare out
Think whatever I think
But at first nothing comes
Nothing comes out for a long time
Then it starts to leak out like jam through a sieve
I don't think they want to come out
My life is an art of holding back
I'm always keeping it from exploding
Erupting
in one long loud chaotic ******
of pain or heartache
melancholy, happiness, wildness, rage, anxiety, avarice and all the rest
Oh god
It's all so near
Perhaps near to us all
Which is why we seek the infinite distraction
the world provides in plenty
Silence can *******
Because there's too much there

I don't even know what this song was about
Cigarette break

I love a good cigarette now and then
In my dream I can smoke them without dying
In my dream I can have the things I want
I'm not ashamed
In my dream I find all my lost sweaters
and I swim naked in the ocean