windmills

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed

yo

i fell asleep in my bed about 3 o'clock in the morning

and woke up drowning but floating the waters risin' and pourin'

its over risin'

its foreign

but something feels pretty normal

that fancy dress but i'm formally out of the loop and cordial

i swear

i swear

i swear

how many times am i gonna say that before i end up aware

aware of the simple truth

i'm barely even a youth

and i'm about to be an adult but i still behave like i'm 2

and that's the truth of it

but i despite it with a denim plate collides with every single way your mind is

and your pockets runnin' empty but creativity finds it

funny the way were lyin' to ourselves by design

and

that's what this is

classic and vicious

actin like big kids and crack it like lipstick

back to the drawing board with ghastly repentance

and sailin' till i stumble on an island full of riches

like

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed

in a film school asked full of regrets i whisper

while the jazz tunes bump black and white films flicker

and the mummies now alive something like bill switzer

and your life flies by eye to eye with i'll intention

finally arriving at the point of no return again

and sittin' down and bleedin' while you're reachin' for the tourniquet

but life's a friendly story by the ending it's a murder flick

and merge your words with furnaces to burn away the person

inside

and with doctors that claim that you're insane

cause you can't bear to live another day inside your brain

when the shadows of the streets are screamin' louder than the rain

you're clouded in the reign of moving down in the terrain

where should you travel to?

cause there's nowhere left and i can tell you've given up by the alcohol on your breathe

if addiction was just a vice

you're 'bout to fall from the bed with a vice grip on the noose then how's it all suppose to end when

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed

when everybody's livin on windmills

ain't nobody worried 'bout the windchill

cause to keep us warm

we got leaves and thorns

and at least one of your friends has been killed