Autotroph

Chasing Ghosts of the matches that I've played with
 So quick to make an entrance, so quick to burn
 Cautiously place yourself in your surroundings
 What you consume you surely will become or try to hide away
 I am merely breathing
 Waiting for night to guide my intuitions
 Cover me, underneath the surface
 I'm not really anything after all
 I keep falling by the wayside
 But I'm in heaven
 You've got to be out of your fucking head
 That's what you wanted
 That's what you're getting
 You're going to be found good and solitary they've got a place for you
 You lucky lunatic
 And I came here on my own
 I can do this on my own
 All the world is a cold stone, but this body is my home
 And so I make a motion and feel I've crossed an ocean
 I am merely breathing
 Waiting for night to guide my intuitions
 My mind is getting clouded
 Why don't you go clear your head
 This room is pretty crowded
 I think the ceilings closing in
 And though we stumble 'round
 The features of the Earth
 And though we stub our toes we're in pursuit of truth
 A reason for this reasoning machinery
 A way of contemplating this Infinity-
 I am merely breathing