New Kid

You're woven into my thoughts You're the first thing that I think of when I wake And you're with me as I fall asleep How quickly things change And how suddenly A quilt of love takes shape Flying over the streets laughing The wind rising Piece a stoge with the lord High up in a tree Ontologically speaking, I saw the beacon beckon Took a leap of faith and crashed into the park Coated in the dust of a come down cheap I thought I'd found peace I thought I'd found peace You see my eyes are bloodshot I slam my fists into the wall And take the quilts that bind us It's no one's fault Out of my control Its the root of my affliction The root of my lament Out of my control As the quilt of love takes shape Look here I wear all my thoughts and fears On my sleeve for all to see Sometimes I don't know where I'm going Where I'm going That's alright