Your Cocoon

You say there's nothing else for me That's only true if you're not free You stand there shouting in the wall Opinions crumble in your palm Yeah I saw You've decided it all too soon Rolling joints, it's not even noon You come across occasional truths As you leaf through notes from your youth Wearing your new expensive hat You think it tells us where you're at How 'bout that You've decided it all too soon Rolling joints, it's not even noon And your dreams, they're like a cartoon Asking "Please, please burn your cocoon" Your cocoon Your cocoon Your cocoon