A California king
I could melt in to
But it feels more like the couch
In a waiting room
So sweet to be in love
With nothing to do
Falling asleep at dawn
Waking up at noon, I knew
That I'd watch the sunshine burn your face
I'll find a way to synthesize it
Up in the secret place I hide in
Love's just a hole you crawl and die in
When I'm tired of growing, and tired of trying
Oh, when I'm alone
I read my books with the tv on
A giant wall of screens keep my mind busy
Twisted fantasy of efficiency, crept up
Ambition eats away
Soft ways we crack and break
