Covers

I have this fire in my lungs
 That if I don't let out
 I might just kill someone
 Maybe on Maple Street in summer
 Everybody's loved and they've all met someone
 I read in David Bowie's mind,
 We've all lost our minds
 But nobody really minds
 Cause I'll be waiting
 To pull the covers over one more summer
 Just to keep the bed made
 Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind
 Am I crazy for wanting things okay
 I rely way too much on signs
 I'm pulling out the cards,
 But the meaning's already decided
 When the cards that I've been drawn
 Are scattered on the floor
 I'll still deal more
 I can organise them in a stack
 But if I have lost my mind
 I don't need it back
 Cause I'll be waiting
 To pull the covers over one more summer
 Just to keep the bed made
 Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind
 Am I crazy for wanting things okay
 Am I crazy for wanting things
 Falling
 When somebody is talking
 I'll look for a warning sign to leave on the next line
 Flying
 Creating fictional mindless characters I met one time
 That I wish were mine
 I wonder which one you'll fit under
 Or if I'll make another
 One day when I'm older
 Maybe I'll have trouble speaking
 One day when there's a reason
 Cause I'll be waiting
 Pull the covers over one more summer
 Just to keep the bed made
 Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind
 Am I crazy for wanting things okay
 Cause I'll be waiting