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[Section 1]
I don’t wanna be somebody
You should always be too good for me
I will never be funny
Or figure out how to find a foot in we

Why are you here, waiting
Why am I here, wading
In water
In water

We are not the same
Everyone will know your name someday
I want to burn everything I’ve made
I will and should just fade away

Why are you here waiting
Why am I here wading
In water
In water
Let me go

[Section 2]
I’m so sick of my voice
I no longer wish to make noise
What would I be without a message clinging to my back
Who would ever want to hear me scream about my lack
I’m so tired of this floor
Romanticizing a fictional before
Why did I grab a guitar instead of a pen
Why did anyone ever indulge this stupid playing pretend
All I’ve done is just an array of glittered cracks
No one should ever see these stupid piles of trash
What would I be without a message clinging to my back
Who would ever want to hear me scream about my lack
Of anything good
A nice neighborhood
Love and embrace
A tangling face

[Section 3]
Nothings got me down, mom
I’m just always tired
I’ve got no sense of ground, mom
And I’ve never had any wires
I’m just tired
Of drowning in my thoughts
I’m just tired
Of always feeling lost

I’ve got a lot I wanna say
But why does anyone have to hear it
No one would want to anyway
So don’t say shit to me about spirit (Why did I choose music)
I wanted to relieve this pressure
So I added a little more
I’ve got the wrong clothes in my dresser
I’ve got the wrong sand on my shore (I care too much about music)
The lights on
But nothings illuminated
My fight’s gone
And I can only feel hated

Drown in oil prepare to boil
Figure out if you’re soft to touch
Arms will coil and pears will spoil
And open hearts seem good enough
But that means nothing

[Section 4]
I wanna go back to Illinois
And I wanna see a game at wrigley field
I want to spend my life in Champaign
I need to get out from under this wheel
Why do roads have to be so paved
What do I have to shave
Fantasize about getting my nth save
And celebrate by getting struck by a stave

I wanna go back to Illinois
And I wanna see a game at wrigley field
I wanna be a loser forever
And die without knowing what it’s like to feel
Locked in the safety of tangled arms
Proud of the carrots grown on my farm
Joy under my friends and my mutual charm
Happy to wake to the sound of an alarm

I want to restart and pick again
I chose the very worst possible path
I want to rip off all of my skin
I wish that I were good at math
I wish you could know as if it were always there
That it’s more than just the length of hair
Until then I’ll drown in cold air
And pretend that I’ll find someone there

I wanna go back to Illinois
And I wanna see a game at wrigley field
I just want to feel like I’m home
And that the ground I’m stuck to is real
I don’t want anyone else to know who I am
I want to regain control of my limbs
I wanna go back to Illinois

[Section 5]
You would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air and leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems (When I fall asleep)