Speak soon

I need some head room for my mental

In a big room

And a gold spoon on the mantle

Hear the night bring the terror

Through the voices muffled into my sheets

While the earthlings are retreating

From the right thing to do

Talk soon

I need a space that I can feel

Feel real

And a big spoon for my cereal

But when you're cold and alone, you got nowhere to go

Except your head, but it hurts a lot, and it never stops

Feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders

So it goes, and it hurts a lot, and it doesn't stop

Lay low

I need a halo on my exit

With a bright glow

And a gold spoon for my family

When the night brings the terror

In the fighting muffled into my sheets

While the earth is in regression

From the heart strings

Cold and alone, you got nowhere to go

Except your head, but it hurts a lot, and it never stops

Feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders

So it goes, but it hurts a lot

Cold and alone, you got nowhere to go

Except your head, but it hurts a lot, it's never hurt so much

Building a wall that sequesters my home

And so it goes, but it hurts a lot, and it doesn't stop