Trippin on Reality
The hypnotic swirl of the clothes in the laundry machine
mmm I’m trippin on reality
Oh the night has fallen
the city is crawlin
Oh I can feel the buildings breathin
People sprayin their thoughts like graffiti
I dance in circles flap my wings
Protecting me
Wondering who else can feel the spirit moving
Soggy couches
Chairs with three legs
Ballet shoes next to a bag of chips
And an empty jar of dip
Shards of glass
Mattresses don’t fit in the trash
People can be real fucked up
But good thing nothing lasts forever
People can be real fucked up
But good thing nothing lasts forever
It’s harder to define the world as good and bad
I just think that things are rather interesting
It’s hard to define things as good or bad
I just think that this life is rather interesting
Don’t you think?