T.I.K.

Find faith in the objects
Keep them there for when I despair
And all my hopes seem like some joke
As I question the time over breakfast
To find peace in the moment
When my mind is tied to a better time
Where the future and the past reside
While I lie in my living room restless
Singing what do I have to prove, who do I have to fool?
So I keep my friends around, until I get bored with doubt
Then I start to shut them out, in solitude
Follow that burning glow, I’ll leave when the lights are low
A feeling you’ll never know, with a warm excuse
So you get caught in the iris
Of your lover’s stare, and the sight of her hair
In the grocery aisle, she stops and smiles
And it eases your existential dread
For a while
But there’s still night’s that I get in my car
And start to drive as a fantasize
Of a brand new home, throwing out my phone
But I know I’d unpack all my problems with my clothes
What do I have to prove, who do I have left to lose?
So I keep my friends around, until I get bored with doubt
Then I start to shut them out, it’s what I do
Can I keep my conscience clean?
With all of the thoughts I keep
I’d trade all my worth for sleep, and some brand new shoes