What story do I want in my life?
The American Dream, and I'm sitting here paralyzed
Kingdoms unfolding in front of me
All these visions and schemes
What's my right? What's my right?
With all my ineptitude and inadequacy
sloth and fear my ambitions inhibited
but I'm having infinite visions
sometimes it's clear in my mind
sometimes it's clear in my mind

unfolding pages glued from my past desires
something done brings flutters to my chest
I've been dazed my darling, such a haze
The nights are long and the flowers are in their own sleep
The sun saw me for a moment or two
spinning with a view, I touched a river too.
The nights are getting longer
Another page turned, craving absolution
Less cigarettes, but only one more drawing
When I wake from my slumber
Everything seems so vulnerable
Matter matters, that's what's the matter