• Why do I choose to spend my days, hidden in secluded isolation?
    I have better things to do than scare goats away from bridges.

    I stepped into the light of day, yesterday.
    I fell in love again and then I just turned away.
    I gave up on everything because the sun turned against me.
    I saw the brighter side again, and the f**ker burned my skin.
    Can you feel my heart beat out of my chest?
    Can you hear me flat-lining?

    Why do I choose to spend my days, hidden in secluded isolation?
    I have better things to do than scare goats away from bridges.

    I painted a picture of the sky and clouds on the brick wall.
    It resembles your face, because you’re the last thing that I saw.
    I ran out of red paint as I started to paint a tree on the horizon.
    I’d hate to tell you, but you won’t hear it; my little secret.
    Can your see my veins, how they look so blue?
    Can you believe your ears, when I say it’s true?

    Why do I choose to spend my days, hidden in secluded isolation?
    I have better things to do than scare goats away from bridges.