I’m growing into my own shell 
But I’m in need of some extra spaces
The carpet’s cut the ceiling leaks
But that’s ok with 
You can live in here with me
It’s cramped and ugly
That’s alright it suits just fine
It’s all that I need

Run through my head
And it all comes back to me
Remind myself it’s not so bad
Take pictures of your thoughtfulness and emptiness
That borders on the edges of your sketchbook
All my fun has been packed and sewn back into me
So roll into my arms

For My Family

Blur

So heal me with your hands
But only if you want to
Put money in my can
You know you don’t have to

Put Money In My Can

Ignored
Self-loathed
My insecurities
I’ll be where you can’t find me
Self-doubt
I’m out of all I used to be
I feel the pressure rising

Shot confidence
Used up and exploited
I’ll be where you can’t find me
I am pretend
And I’m falling to my knees
I feel the pressure rising

Fool’s Town Radio

I am the weirdo of the village downtown
I am the only one

 Fool’s Town Radio

Fool’s Town Radio

Thanks for the past and present
Things can’t get better, can it?
All those things they say about me are true
Looks like you’ve been thinking about
All those things we made it without
Everything I made it without you
        
Run away
I’m going nowhere fast
With a half a tank of gas
Take away
This homesick feeling that
I get when I look back with you

Runaway

Sometimes I feel like I’m walking in circles
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t here at all
Sometimes I think I’ll just start over
Sometimes I feel like nothing at all

I have a friend 
His name is Giancoli 
To pretend that he is me

Sometimes I feel like I’m walking in circles
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t here at all
Sometimes I think I’ll just start over
Sometimes I feel like nothing at all

I have a friend 
His name is Giancoli 
To pretend that he is me
I have no one
To talk to me
Everybody is around
But no one sees me

Arkipov.