Laying in the trees staring up at sky don't know the reason why its fascinating Universe of clouds staring' back at me I don't know what they see but I see faces And they gaze in disapproval at my existence Echoes in the hall I hope to see your face wish to be in more than one place Going to extreme successively managing all of my fascinations And I control my self destruction with little choices Staring at the screen ever constantly obsessed with things imaginary I wander in the park they come and follow meMaking friends with all of my hallucinations And I reserve my paranoia for what I know is I woke up in those trees wisps of acid breeze and costs of organized confusion I contemplate this life ain't no good reasons why any of it ever even happened But each day I repave the lanes to clear the way Each day I repave the lanes to keep connections