Clear Day

I see myself
Trapped in two dimensions
Hanging on my bathroom wall
Once again

He looks at me with eyes of greed
Like I want I want more than I see
More than me
In my own head

But that's why I'm the outside
And you are just projections of my face
And all my entities
That I have stashed away

And I can meet you in the darkest part of night
When we are both so fast asleep
We can hop each other's fences
Find the grass is just as

Green as all the envy
Of the things we always want
But never need
Like me

So Prove me wrong
My only love is my guitar
And enemies
My loneliness in company
The thoughts of what I'd like to be
And I've traveled far
Taking notes on who we are
And what is me
I keep recording what I see
As I wander through this masterpiece

I can't sell
Back 'cause in disorder I've misplace all my receipts
My good friend
Just bounce around
Not quite superficially just temporary deep
Contact

And there's a cloud
That's taken on the form of a clear day
And I feel much better
Yeah there's a cloud
That's taken on the form of a clear day
And I feel much better

Though everyone told me the world was a danger
Oh I can't complain
Only kind of see what they're saying
But if you believe what they say then you're only afraid of what's coming up
And you get dragged down
By those who get caught up in the bad times
When that's not all we've got

While I see cigarette, butts stuck in the dust of the cracks in the sidewalks
I see flowers that grow in the grass of the abandoned parking lots
Make the best of what I see

I see a cloud
That's taken on the form of a clear day
And I feel much better
I see a cloud
That's taken on the form of a clear day
And I feel much better

Yeah the hardest part about conversation
Is getting it started and taking it places
Picking apart strategy placing
Words to provoke a response
Pushing along and keeping pace with
All those other pretty faces
I want to know who you are
I just don't know where to start

And I've got bumps on the body of my guitar
And I've got scars on both my elbows
Got a pocket full of songs
They're pretty short as far as songs go
It's really all I need
To weather through my storms

They keep me sane through the rains when I've got no one else to turn to
So don't reach out to me for this would really not concern you
There's nothing you could say so if you please just let me play
My guitar my guitar

And there's a cloud
That's taken on the form of a clear day
And I feel much better
Yeah there's a cloud
That's taken on the form of a clear day
And I feel much better