too late tonight
feel my greasy hair
lying on the couch
haven't had the time
no ones on
no ones awake
quiet outside
god I wish for a thunderstorm
walking around
in the dark
adventures expanding my heart
expanding my world
people are here
people are loud, noisy
quiet outside
oh those poor neighbors
my manners are rough
my eyes are out
my ways aren't normal
but somehow you still
manage to love me
walking around the dark
my hair is greasy
I slept on the couch
I want a thunderstorm
I'm alive when the world sleeps
my manners are rough
but somehow through all this,
you still manage to love me
my world is getting a little bit bigger everyday
pretty soon this world isn't gonna be able to hold me back anymore