Bedwetters

You told me hey kid, don't sweat it I've been wetting the bedsheets all my life Shared your fries by the arches I knew I could count on your advice And the way the sun sets Through the arms of the trees Reminded me that there's a kind of poetry That's been hidden from view I don't know what it means But I think I kinda like it that way So we stayed up all night And we kissed with our teeth Cause I know you know I know you like it awkwardly And the numbers on the digital clock Meant nothing at all We ran through traffic to catch it Our tickets were valid until five She plays guitar, from Toronto Writes songs from the heart and she's here tonight And the heat from the lights And the sound of the teenagers Thumping as she's speaking to them honestly And each story she tells is a story that they Might have lived or be living right now It's an overwhelming feeling When you're suddenly seen For who you are and everything you want to be And the numbers on the digital clock Meant nothing at all You're another vice That's got me in a chokehold You're another type Of adrenalin addiction And I'm learning why I still need this constant validation All the time I think this means you've won I read a book about failure Unreal expectations are tell-tale signs This recurring behaviour's been keeping me up So I went online And if you've got a million talents I've a million and three But I'm not immune from pay-to-view pornography And all the notifications that occur in my sleep If a tree falls does it make a sound? And self importance has told me That the world is imploding But my parents both felt the same And the numbers on the digital clock Meant nothing at all You're another vice That's got me in a chokehold You're another type Of adrenalin addiction And I'm learning why I still need this constant validation All the time I think this means you've won