I made it work this summer
I got out of my own way
Neglected what was hectic to respect my day-to-day
With lifted intuition
Antennas to the ground
And at the culmination of this heady contemplation, maybe

I'm chasing my tail around

What's the point if I can't use it?
What's the point if I'm the same?
Did I entertain delusion and go back the way I came?
Is growth reserved for sitcoms?
Or people who pretend to care?
And is it worse to think you're cured or cursed beyond repair?

I've got this neighbor
He's a boulder
He's so stubborn
He doesn't move
I've been pushing
That fucking boulder
He's going nowhere
He's in a mood

Did I get better or just better at hiding?
This excuse takes a lot of effort and I hope that you like it
Don't go, don't go, go back
Don't take the peace of me

I've got this neighbor
He's a boulder
He's so stubborn
He doesn't move
I'm pushing
That fucking boulder
He's going nowhere
What's the use?

'Cause when I'm looking
I see a corner
Is it the boulder
Back to bruise?
It's stupid
To fear the boulder
While I don't see him
I think I do