I sing little songs to myself And try not to think about myself That's when I get blinded by sound. I'm so confused when I think about what I'm supposed to be, And what my friends think of me, That's something I can never know. So when I'm recording songs, The last past takes so long - That's when I have to make up words. You can see me write about the world I'm in, I think about it most of the time, When I'm walking home at night, After people turn off all the lights. Now I play something good at night, People put up Christmas lights, The car's parked, and I'm just sneaking around Outside their house When they're asleep inside I run through the bushes and hide And I see their dishes in the sink. Pretty soon now, it will snow, My first snow away from home, It's cold and I'm bundled up