Livin’ the dream
At least what the dream used to be
There’s people I don’t know that know me
I’m quite well off relatively

Writer’s block
Accompanied by some depression
Without these songs, what am I worth?
If I’m not singing, no one hears my words
Except her

My backyard tree doesn’t know what she needs
Or what she wants, she just grows on
She left me so low to the ground
She left me here without a sound

Paper news and pay-per-views
They’re all but gone, but my tree lives on
Asked her how she came to survive
She whispered: The mindless will thrive

Day one
At my therapist’s building
All these cars are so expensive
Guess the money brings expenses
Pay up

So run along
Through this life with no sure ending
Create whatcha like and break the rest
There’s hope for more than just the best
Probably

My backyard tree doesn’t know what she needs
Or what she wants, she just grows on
She left me so low to the ground
She left me here without a sound

Paper news and pay-per-views
They’re all but gone, but my tree lives on
Asked her how she came to survive
She whispered: The mindless will thrive