Sleep doesn't come til im filled up with air
hanging from my thumbs from the oven
like an onion dripping blood in the puddles
into pools into pots in pans set to boil
all for nothing
and all I ever wanted was an angel
to lay next to
in a bed of orange peels
to be nestled here between the corn fields
cause out here my passion is spread too thin
it's like I love everything
Your happiness is contagious
you got a be someone with whom we can relate
force yourself to stay awake a bit
don't drop dead weight embrace it
soon youll be seeing your best friends
head first through broken windshields
wrapped around telephone poles and cornfields
grab them by the eyelids
drag them by the ears
just to say my passion is spread too thin
it's like I love everything.