| Every word from you, everything
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| Is a gift left unwrapped by me
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| My soul sings in sonnets, but my mouth is sewn shut
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| I’m the bud who forgot to open up
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| I could blame music, blame the road
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| But the truth is my circuits overload
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| But still every wire, and every vein
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| Must serve its purpose in the pouring rain
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| I’ve always been this way-a-a-ay
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| The garden’s colors eventually fade away
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| When I get frustrated
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| Every harmless observation
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| Gets me
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| Gets me
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| Gets me down
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| In endless television on a permanent vacation all alone
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| I hold the triple crown
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| Monday every reason why the birds might sing
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| In my eyes was a mystery
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| On Tuesday I sang so loud, that I couldn’t calm down
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| Like my wings never felt the frozen ground
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| I’ve always been this way
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| The songbird’s colors eventually fade to gray
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| I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
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| I’m gonna ride like I don’t know how to swim
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| I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
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| 'Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
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| I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
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| I want to try but don’t know where to begin
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| I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
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| 'Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
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| I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
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| I’m gonna ride like I don’t know how to swim
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| I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
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| 'Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
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| I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
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| I want to try but don’t know where to begin
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| I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
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| 'Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore |