Turn it Down

I ennunciate every thought in my brain

When things get quiet they've got a lot to say

So when I'm on my own to drown them out

I keep the air on and the tv loud

But when you come 'round

I'll turn it down

'Cause you can't focus

When there's too much sound

It's too late for me

To get an early start

But I get lonesome

When we're apart

I will fidget less; open up more

I'll be less careless than I was before

And I'll curate a nice environment

Where we can just exist and be content

But now I'm taking things I can't control

I'm getting sick of getting old

I'm cycling through philosophies

I'm wondering what to do with me

But when you come 'round

I will calm down

And I'll stop grasping

For something more profound

It's too late for me

To get an early start

It's cool 'cause I get crazy

When we're apart

When you come 'round

I'll turn it down

'Cause you can't function

When there's too much sound

It's too late for me

To get an early start

Well I get lonesome

When we're apart

Yeah I get lonesome

When we're apart

When we're apart

When we're apart

When we're apart

When we're apart

When we're apart

When we're apart