[Section 1]

I don’t wanna be somebody

You should always be too good for me

I will never be funny

Or figure out how to find a foot in we

Why are you here, waiting

Why am I here, wading

In water

In water

We are not the same

Everyone will know your name someday

I want to burn everything I’ve made

I will and should just fade away

Why are you here waiting

Why am I here wading

In water

In water

Let me go

[Section 2]

I’m so sick of my voice

I no longer wish to make noise

What would I be without a message clinging to my back

Who would ever want to hear me scream about my lack

I’m so tired of this floor

Romanticizing a fictional before

Why did I grab a guitar instead of a pen

Why did anyone ever indulge this stupid playing pretend

All I’ve done is just an array of glittered cracks

No one should ever see these stupid piles of trash

What would I be without a message clinging to my back

Who would ever want to hear me scream about my lack

Of anything good

A nice neighborhood

Love and embrace

A tangling face

[Section 3]

Nothings got me down, mom

I’m just always tired

I’ve got no sense of ground, mom

And I’ve never had any wires

I’m just tired

Of drowning in my thoughts

I’m just tired

Of always feeling lost

I’ve got a lot I wanna say

But why does anyone have to hear it

No one would want to anyway

So don’t say shit to me about spirit (Why did I choose music)

I wanted to relieve this pressure

So I added a little more

I’ve got the wrong clothes in my dresser

I’ve got the wrong sand on my shore (I care too much about music)

The lights on

But nothings illuminated

My fight’s gone

And I can only feel hated

Drown in oil prepare to boil

Figure out if you’re soft to touch

Arms will coil and pears will spoil

And open hearts seem good enough

But that means nothing

[Section 4]

I wanna go back to Illinois

And I wanna see a game at wrigley field

I want to spend my life in Champaign

I need to get out from under this wheel

Why do roads have to be so paved

What do I have to shave

Fantasize about getting my nth save

And celebrate by getting struck by a stave

I wanna go back to Illinois

And I wanna see a game at wrigley field

I wanna be a loser forever

And die without knowing what it’s like to feel

Locked in the safety of tangled arms

Proud of the carrots grown on my farm

Joy under my friends and my mutual charm

Happy to wake to the sound of an alarm

I want to restart and pick again

I chose the very worst possible path

I want to rip off all of my skin

I wish that I were good at math

I wish you could know as if it were always there

That it’s more than just the length of hair

Until then I’ll drown in cold air

And pretend that I’ll find someone there

I wanna go back to Illinois

And I wanna see a game at wrigley field

I just want to feel like I’m home

And that the ground I’m stuck to is real

I don’t want anyone else to know who I am

I want to regain control of my limbs

I wanna go back to Illinois

[Section 5]

You would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies

Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air and leave teardrops everywhere

You'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs

As they tried to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed

A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems (When I fall asleep)