Another cold night sitting at the edge of my bed?
I'm surrounded by these things I want but they have no substenance
Can I download happiness or does it plug into my walls
What is the point of autonomy when a little button does it all
Because what I need feels the same as breathing
Like when I look to the west and Im California dreaming
So I made some plans the rest I left to chance
But most of all it was due to event circumstance
Every day I try to make sense and understand
When all I need is to feel my heart inside your hand
But then you took my beating flesh and ripped it out
Shoving a fist full of shit back down my mouth
Ive ate enough of it before to not mind the taste
Its something like bitter sweetness but hold the grace
Then I searched myself laying back down on my bed
I realize this to will pass and the sun will shine again