I sing little songs to myself, And try not to think about myself. That's when i get blinded by sound. I'm so confusing. I think about what I'm supposed to be, And what my friends think of me, But thats something i could never know, And i dont want to. So when im recording songs, The last part takes so long. Thats when i have to make up words, Then sing them. I know about the world I'm in. I think about it mostly when I'm walking home at night, After people turn off all the lights. Now there's something there at night; People put up christmas lights. The car's parked and i'm just sneaking around, Outside their house, Where they're asleep inside. I run through the bushes and hide, And I see their dishes in the sink. Pretty soon now it will snow, My first snow away from home, It's cold and I'm all bundled up.