summers' sea beating the hard grey wooden rocks
that make of the ocean in my fake mid-eastern townhouse
several reasons to believe that believing would make it right
or true
and jenny's lost in the world of superficial love
ben's caught up in the rush of money and drugs
my families far away
everything's fine, don't worry
I'm a friend twice removed
a friend who's struggling alone
Texas was always my home
but I remember wandering the California coast
and the nights I spent wondering if I would have a home
the coldest of new york nights beat like its rain
you can find me sitting outside in the middle of the street
dripping and cold, where inspiration meets my mind