Fell asleep in a theatre seat

Water bottle full of wine

I was dreaming of sentimental stuff

Like blowing on dandelions

Then I wandered into a bookstore on the corner

On the shelf, "Twelve Rules For Life"

By a Canadian doctor advocating for good posture

Who would overdose on Klonopin next year this time

I'm all wound up again

Waking up in my childhood bed

Pouring the coffee, saying sorry to my sister

For taking up too much space with my little worries

Told her I hated my life, I guess that was melodramatic

I don't like it, but it's not like I would ever stop trying

I'm all wound up again

On a plane to the Midwest

To visit someone that I just met

Always been scared of flying

Even more scared of arriving

I don't know what to expect

But I think getting hurt would hurt less

Than just wondering what she's thinking of

In my childhood bed

Ooh, I just wanna see a new color

Bend the water

(Ooh, just wanna see a new color) do something impossible

(I just wanna see a new color) do something impossible

(I just wanna see a new color) do something impossible (and not apologize)