Unseen Things

I don't wanna end up the same as other poets Neurotic and halfway insane Although we see the world in the same way, eh Emotional extremes, the panic of the everyday I don't want your minimum wage Yes, I need these hours alone to foster my self-righteous rage Another coffee shop prophet naming unseen things Another B-grade writer drawing circles on a blank sheet I fight the code against the grain Tequila and communion, art is going down the drain You always keep your hands so clean You're loving and your stance, you're balancing the in-between We don't got a lot of things in common A bullet and a bible The world is hard, the sky is falling down Down Down Is this the dream that you showed me, phosphorescent light? Will we be standing in a driveway holding hands for the final time? Time Time Every day, it's a little bit easier to believe you Every hour, it's a little bit harder to see the change in me In this year, am I gonna be better than I am right now? In this year, just tell me it's all gonna be alright Every day, it's a little bit easier to believe you Every hour, it's a little bit harder to see the change in me So in this year, am I gonna be better than I am right now? In this year, just tell me, oh, say it's gonna be alright Just tell me, oh, say it's gonna be alright