I drift from tree to tree
I suck the pollen from any flower that’s close enough to me
I tend to indulge, I take what I can until I find there’s room left
But there is no more there
I drift from tree to tree
And hop vines when the axe men come to cut down you and me

I make lists to make lists
And I don’t wear a watch because I’d rather not focus on the time
I wear ink because I like focusing on the things I wish I could write
She asked,
“How can you so effortlessly suck the life out of me?”
I make lists to make lists
And “You were just one of the pieces that needed to be checked off of my list”

I sleep to vindicate my dreams
I shower to try to absorb enough heat to bring some life into me
I rarely speak because my voice gives away my tone
And my tone hints to the world that I’d rather be alone
I sleep to vindicate my dreams
But my imaginations run dry and the darkness seems to get the best of me

I listen to music to think for me
I don’t enjoy exercise because it makes my heart race
And I don’t like remembering that nothing else makes my heart beat
It doesn’t require patience to kill
Not like it does to get things to grow
I listen to music to think for me
But the records stopped along with my thoughts

I drift from tree to tree
I make lists to make lists
I sleep to vindicate my dreams
And I listen to music to think for me
But fuck the metaphors,
I leave when the situation gets too tough
And I crossed you off my list because you wouldn’t let me fuck you enough
I don’t dream because I spend my day making up stories
And sleep is my only chance at reality
And I listen to music to try to remember what life used to be