Laying down on the lawn I'm tired of trying to get in the house I'm thinking out loud I've been playing dead my whole life And I get this feeling whenever I feel good It'll be the last time But I feel something when I see you now I feel something when I see you ♪ If you're a work of art I'm standing too close I can see the brush strokes I hate your mom I hate it when she opens her mouth It's amazing to me how much you can say When you don't know what you're talking about But I feel something when I see you now I feel something when I see you I used to light you up Now I can't even get you to play the drums 'Cause I don't know what I want Until I fuck it up ♪ But I feel something when I see you now I feel something I'll climb through the window again But right now it feels good not to stand Then I'll leave it wide open Let the dystopian morning light pour in