I find myself constantly surrounded
By cardboard boxes filled with dust
And the useless little items that life collects
I couldn’t stand to waste them

There’s an escape within reach
But the key cant fit through the debris
So I’ll sit by myself in a hallway
All these doors seem to lead to nowhere

I wanted adventure
I wanted the perfect mix of life and easy living
Without the repercussions, without thinking
I wanted the easy way, the fast lane
The wrong way, to go about it

But tell me I’m a good person, won’t you
Right my wrongs with words of praise
I’ll pay you back with a bunch of flowers picked by
Men I don’t know and paid for in coin to a
Lovely old lady behind the counter
And when the formalities are over we could
Make some noise for the neighbours

So give me a bright light, my bulb’s gone out
And I’m scared
Of the skeleton that currently resides in my closet
A source of unease, but not much else
And I’m owed about three months rent

And it’s these thoughts
They float piecemeal and stranded through the highways of my mind
With a speed limit that no one tries to understand
It might as well be a runway
As my fancies take flight and glide above me
Higher than I ever thought they could reach
But still within my grasp