In a summer's daydream I imagine myself as if everything would just fall right into its right place. I’ve been practicing my lines, if you would listen, I could share all my thoughts over warm coffee pots. It's all just fiction in my head, and you don't have time to stay around for a while, I put myself on trial now

In my own head, I don’t know that everything's alright. If you could just reassure me its fine. Then I would fall asleep so easily

While you're out finding a dream, can't help but feel so in between your ideal and incomplete. It seems as if there's no perfect time and place when you're not so stuck inside your head. It's fucking obvious that nothing good will come from these thoughts in my mind. I wonder how you sleep at night

In your own head, don't need no reassurance, you’re fine. If you could just reassure me we’re fine. So why can't I fall asleep