Summer was singing 'dreams' and '…loving fun' Summer was singing both their words at once Summer was seeing her past loves Showing up on our table bottled up I said 'you shouldn't call it a vision quest Just cause you haven't eaten dinner yet' You wanted your tile ceiling To not be what you're seeing Waking up I wanted my nerved head To be a different head Waking up Woke up expecting your eyes to be there Instead I saw teeth of some demon in your hair And maybe if this bed could talk I think it'd say to get the f** off Is it easy to be honest When you're always feeling godless? Or is it hard to hear a conscience When the ringing isn't stopping? And when you want your tile ceiling To not be what you're seeing Waking up I wanted my nerved head To be a different head Waking up We're just like a track sprinter We'll run until we get injured We're just like a mirage Find drink and then we're long gone We're just like a first chapter We'll do all the explaining after We're just like your apartment We'll end right back where we started from You wanted your tile ceiling You wanted floors and beaming Up in flames and to go unrecognizable