A crazy little kid standing out in the crowd.
Head to toes, loud. Says he’s building his own days.
One hazy little room a man way out in the crowd.
In and out. Down. How he’s seen life nine ways.
Wake up in the morning worried it’s still last night.
Nothing makes sense under these fake lights.
Looking for a light.
Looking for a line.
Figure it out in the morning.
This crazy little kid waking up to no sound.
Head to toes. Free. How it feels like his whole life.
This crazy little room standing out in this house.
In and out. Bed. What tonight brings about.