Good Thoughts

I do not know a day, where I haven't been afraid of what's crawling up my bedpost

And I paint pictures in the night, breaking all the rules that hold my art to headphones

I found I'm 20 days late on a personal call and it shows my ends are splitting

and I spent the summer sleeping long, I snoozed the alarms but now wish that the fun was still around

Now sonically I'm fighting rhyme with reason sparking dream in a body

We'll imagine where the good thoughts go when the world tells you no