On the upswing of a slow deep breath
I feel the place I slept wrong on my back
Everyone is staring
They're plotting a trap
But I’m just sitting in front
Of the museum map

There are visitors
Then there is me
But I'm every single person in my dreams

Suddenly I pull my eyelids apart
To be staring down the throat of the bar
Four years to reach us?
That's a pretty distant star
Hell I think outside my neighborhood feels too far

One can truly live or watch themselves die
But I’m stuck internalizing some unnoticed high five
Feels like eternity is implanted in my head
As I'm picking my nose at the edge of the bed

There are visitors
Then there is me
But I'm every single person in my dreams
There are visitors
Then there is me
But I'm every single person in my dreams