Altar

Fun - it used to come to me so easily Remember running barefoot down the parkway by the creek To a movie score that bowed our heartstrings to infinity I've finally got a grasp of this so-called reality Counted steps to right-hand thrones of foolish deities And as I sit here overlooking golden city streets I miss the creek Was there a reason to start timing me? To trade off worlds of free delight and unknown fantasy For pushing papers in exchange for prescribed dopamine I think I'd rather be who I was as a kid again Fan my way past ticker tapes and static smoke incense If I charged the room by changing shapes and sang What would you do? I will not obey I don't owe them anything But to me my everything And I will build up my altar So you can pray if you wanna Don't you worry, I don't mind if Somebody else already called ya But I will stay at my altar Guess I can't blame you just for stepping rank After all that's how we orient ourselves into a time and place But who said reaching land determines that we gotta stay I think I'd rather put on my old pair of shoes again Set the ship back out to billow canvas that I made And chart the oceans guided only by the milky way I will not obey I don't owe them anything But to me my everything And I will build up my altar So you can pray if you wanna Don't you worry, I don't mind if Somebody else already called ya But I will stay at my altar Yeah I will stay at my altar Yeah I will stay at my altar Until my knees bleed My back seize Hands coated in gold leaf Body crying for a little sleep Won't get any till I find me