Take the boat out for a ride before it sails away
Counting years upon my life I'm still swimming out to bay
Spent the day getting so high I can't figure out one thing to say
I'm stained green, and red, and dead
Pass the street the bells and bikes feelin like life is a movie
Pencil in our don'ts and likes and the adjectives are all so groovy
Cross the trail through illusion, and confusion in every word
Is a sentence so absurd, when feelings can be heard
Like a whisper in my dream, I need to sleep again
I know that I fall, in every breath that I forget to breathe
Feelings are now blurred, and all my thoughts are stirred
In this pot, this melting point is turning what's preferred beyond control
And I know, that falling's just a breath away