Lyrics
I haven't been sleeping again, it's been a while since that was a thing,
It's nothing big, just a crisis of spirit, something to tell the kids.
I took it apart, just to see what makes you sing,
It was nothing but blue wires, and the space between.
I'm a little lost, I'm a little at sea,
Don't tell her. I can keep it together.
If she needs me.
It's getting too stressful to sleep, I dream of the fire alarm on our ceiling,
It sits above the Virgin Maria, and a cartoon of Nixon we bought in Vietnam for no reason.
You remember the night, that the batteries died?
It's all I keep hearing, it keeps beeping, and beeping, and beeping.
Beeping, and beeping and beeping.
I'm a little lost, I'm a little at sea,
Don't tell her. I can keep it together.
If she needs me.
And I keep listening, I keep listening,
All I hear are voices and prayers.
I keep listening, I keep listening,
All I hear is Harry Mills dancing through the air,
And I keep listening, I keep listening,
All I hear are press conferences with my friends,
And I keep listening, I keep listening,
All I hear is you dreaming of Fred Astaire.
I'm a little lost, I'm a little at sea,
Don't tell her. I can keep it together.
If she needs me.
You found me collapsed in the morning,
On that Ikea rug we bought two of,
Surrounded by pieces of speaker,
It didn't do me any good.
CLAY GOEM FRANKEL, COLIN JOHN CROOM, CONNOR MURPHY BRODNER, JACK BRENDAN DOLAN, JACK HENRY CADIEN LAKE JAMES
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.