The Fears of a Dilettante

Through the screen, through the bar
 Through the cement fence out back
 I can see through your yard
 And a few miles beyond that
 Lego trees planted so closely
 It doesn't make much sense
 Spacially, but I can see
 They grow according to plan
 All the doors screened and barred
 For whatever happens next
 And they painted them all
 With a shade that is one less
 Than cheerful
 Some muted pink or muted green
 Too much cool grey here for me
 I'm seeing what I wanna see
 At times I only notice, like, the death in things
 The brown spots on bananas and my fears are only ripening
 Sometimes I don't even notice when it's happening, happening
 I'm afraid I'll miss all these days again
 Afraid I'll never change who I am (na-na-na-na-na)
 Don't be confused, you should take my thoughts in spite of me
 My picture-perfect qualities (I'm a photogenic wannabe, it's true)
 The gardener blows around the yard, picking up the mess
 Kicking up my dirt instead, it's not rooted in the ground, oh
 I'm blowing away like, I'm blowing away like
 I'm blowing up inside, blowing today like
 I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing up inside
 Blowing today like, just blowing the good life
 I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing the good life
 I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing the good life
 I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing the good life (good life)
 Good life, good life here, a good life
 I have a good life, I have a good life
 I have a good life, I have a good life
 I have a good life, I have a good life here
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 I think I'm a little strange at times
 I think I need a little space sometimes
 
 I think I feel so misplaced at times
 I think I need to step away sometimes
 Don't know, I don't know, don't know where to go
 That's life, I suppose
 I made friends with the barman, he put me in a coffin, coming here so often
 Had a clue, but I lost it