Walking home from work. Saw you with him, you were laughin. Halls of shopping malls. Where things happen. And things wrapped in plastic bags. Bought a brand new house. With some bedrooms, partial lake view. It's my shelter now. Still can't guard me from my body nothing can.
I was wrong all caught up, but it felt so new. Half a life in your eyes, so it felt so new. My life's old it's a bore, but it felt so new. Couldn't think couldn't speak cause it felt so new.
Bring you things little things living in my brain. Like a gift I could give try to keep me sane. Try to sum up the sounds of a fevered fool. It is hard it is hard it is hard to do. With the wave of your hand unexpected light, and the same sort of plans that I dream at night. We could break from our cells made of what went bad. But for now carry things wrapped in plastic bags.
Inspired by the story of a girl, heard in Radiolab's Elements podcast, using lithium to cope with bipolar disorder. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2015