I made it work this summer I got out of my own way Neglected what was hectic to respect my day to day With lifted intuition Antennas to the ground And at the culmination of this heady contemplation, maybe I'm chasing my tail around What's the point if I can't use it? What's the point if I'm the same? Did I entertain delusion and go back the way I came? Is growth reserved for sitcoms? Or people who pretend to care? And is it worse to think you're cured or cursed beyond repair? I've got this neighbor He's a boulder He's so stubborn He doesn't move I've been pushing That fucking boulder He's going nowhere He's in a mood Did I get better or just better at hiding? This excuse takes a lot of effort and I hope that you like it. Don't go. Don't go. Go back. Don't take the peace of me I've got this neighbor He's a boulder He's so stubborn He doesn't move I'm pushing That fucking boulder He's going nowhere What's the use Cause when I'm looking I see a corner Is it the boulder Back to bruise? It's stupid To fear the boulder While I don't see him I think I do