by me humming aimless abode, im lost in my home playing vinyls that i never heard, hoping that i dont feel hollow cause theres nothing to do and nothing to see and what would do if you had nothing to do and then you fell out of it and farther down than you ever been and there you go you wanna disapppear i was scared to grow check my hands on the steering wheel when i was young i was anxious try to put it out the way blame it on, im done with it im done with the blaming dreams keep echoing life funneling, cuddling with all my problem dreams keep echoing life where you found it, found