I get a bite I wanna scratch it

A scab is something to pick at

Guess I'm looking for magic

Tho it doesn't take much to throw my world off its axis

It’s a small one some days

And the air gets(grows) thick with hexes

If I stay still for too long -

This road is split in two

just like your old street, crooked-view

You bring me/us something new

one side leads downhill / one goes up

And I wish I’d never learned how sea monkeys worked

Guess I'm looking for magic / dying for magic

Catastrophic-tragic / over feeling nothing at all

if I sit here too long

Will I turn into something grown -

over yet underdone

I shake my world up watch it rock

And do you wonder what the neighbours are doing in there

(We’re) sucked into our screens again

Fish tanks going green and then,

I never could stand it

when one would just skip - over the lid

like he'd just got sick

of it all - sick of it all and of being so small ?

Summoning something true

I watch my feet walk out and through

Can you bring me somewhere new

even-side downhill / odd goes up

This road is split in two

just like your old street, crooked-view

You bring me something good

one side leads downhill / one goes up