Let ‘x’ be today.
No I’m not feeling it,
I’m not feeling,
I’m not feeling it.
I want to be the display on a tv with no signal.
Crunch ‘x’. crunch ‘x’. crunch ‘x’.
Do I look staticy?
I wouldn’t mind you ripping the electrons off my skin
because today I am a peach rolling down a back road.
It only hurts a little and life’s okay,
so I guess I’m fine.
Pushing myself from things,
towards other things
if and only if,
that sounds good,
I’m fine.
I’m fine.
That sounds good.
Whatever’s not so bad.
So when I’m pulling my hair and looking frustrated,
don’t bother me I’m just standing in a spot of destructive interference.
I’m just trying to rip out the ideas from my head.
So when I’m pulling my hair and looking frustrated,
this is my final straw,
this is it!