My thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine
But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head
And come back with all that I can find
And write it down on light blue lines
It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times
Fifty-five up YV road, Encina on my left
All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft
And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself
But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth
You're just a shade of grey
And all I want is forward progress
And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine
It's not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Leave my mind alone
So I can rate and number my thoughts
One, two, three
On a list that weighs and measures my priorities
It goes, one: friends, two: bands, three: that green two-tone van
And losing my money
It's not about money
Cause all I want is forward progress
And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine
It's not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there