Dandelions

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)