I've got the same old soggy issues in my jeans A gnawing tastelessness And blank thoughts in between But I constantly feel like my socks are wet And my pants are too tight But I'm not driving home yet And the only flavor is purple disease But my mouth tastes like salt And it's 90 degrees When these flaws they start to bore me I think of something boring And I'll wander in the yard So will you make up something for me There's nothing left inside my head to talk about It's time to dig up all my pain from long ago And my pillow is warm on both of the sides And its humid in here But I can't say goodbye Will you please wait for me to tie my shoes We've been walking a while And I don't want to loose you When these flaws they start to bore me I think of something boring And I'll wander in the yard So will you make up something for me But I'll take your word And cry myself to sleep These nights could be worse But I'm sick of counting sheep When these flaws they start to bore me I think of something boring And I'll wander in the yard So will you make up something for me When these issues they come running My face a carbon copy Will my eyes begin to stare? Will your hands ventilate me? (Can you ventilate me) (I feel otherworldly) (God, I miss my family) (I feel otherworldly)