Find faith in the objects Keep them there for when I despair And all my hopes seem like some joke As I question the time over breakfast
To find peace in the moment When my mind is tied to a better time Where the future and the past reside While I lie in my living room restless
Singing what do I have to prove, who do I have to fool?
So I keep my friends around, until I get bored with doubt Then I start to shut them out, in solitude Follow that burning glow, I’ll leave when the lights are low A feeling you’ll never know, with a warm excuse
So you get caught in the iris Of your lover’s stare, and the sight of her hair In the grocery aisle, she stops and smiles And it eases your existential dread For a while
But there’s still night’s that I get in my car And start to drive as a fantasize Of a brand new home, throwing out my phone But I know I’d unpack all my problems with my clothes
What do I have to prove, who do I have left to lose?
So I keep my friends around, until I get bored with doubt Then I start to shut them out, it’s what I do Can I keep my conscience clean? With all of the thoughts I keep I’d trade all my worth for sleep, and some brand new shoes