My thoughts are my doctor’s excuse for medicine 
But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head 
And come back with all that I can find
And write it down on light blue lines 
It’s far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times

Fifty-five up YV road 
Encina on my left 
All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft 
And I get that you’re bereft of other things to occupy yourself
But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth
You’re just a shade of grey 

And all I want is forward progress 
And maybe next year I’ll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine
It’s not my fucking fault 
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home


Leave my mind alone
So I can rate and number my thoughts
One, two, three
On a list that weighs and measures my priorities 
It goes, one: friends, two: bands, three: that green two-tone van 
And losing my money
It’s not about money

Cause all I want is forward progress 
And maybe next year I’ll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine
It’s not my fucking fault 
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home

And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn’t there 
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn’t there

(Source: johanwilmer)