Hinges - Young Jesus

Its just a feeling that you get

Im not around

And its hard to breathe

And as im falling off the hinges

Falling out

Between you and me

Walking through the tall grass of los angeles

Eating my burrito

Under the chemical sunset

Thinking of my potbellied future

Will i be happy?

Will i be rich?

Ill be sitting by the tub in a white towel

Drawing the hottest bath imaginable

Will we be wiping steam off the mirror

Seeing our younger selves?

Or just covered in vines?

Im pretty sure im a kind of collection of things

Scattered throughout the backyard

Under the moon

Pulling weirdo slow dance moves

Maybe always losing it a little

I am ashamed to believe in myself!

Its just a feeling that you get

Im not around

And its hard to breathe

And as im falling off the hinges

Falling out

Between you and me