Everyone's asleep but me
Breathing softly but thinking hardly
This is a key frame for me
Making sense of it and thinking up a better end
And the clock's keeping me away
With every trip I take a little further out
I can't get trees to come my way
I can't get them to stay a little longer than I wake
I know what you're thinking:
"I don't know what you're thinking"
But it's alright to drive on highways
Think of nothing
Try to phase out the ones that harm you
This is a key frame for me
Making sense of and thinking up new
Before I knew how
This is a good place for me
Try not to regret
What happened to that little kid?