While laying in bed the night we got back, my soul cried what my eyes couldn't
And all these thoughts rushed in my head like an ocean in the Pacific.
I don't want to wake up and go to school, I want to wake up and go sing around the fire.
I don't want to smile at strangers, I want to say, "welcome home" "loving you"
I don't want to go to church with perfect Christians, I want to go with the divorcees
I don't want to go to bed to the box fan, I want to go to sleep to the wind and people's voices
I don't want to eat greasy food, I want to eat the grains.
I don't want to sleep in a comfy bed, I want to sleep in a sleeping bag.
I don't want to meet people who grew up here, I want to meet people who grew up there.
I don't want Jesus to fit inside this perfectly cut box, I want him to crush it.
I don't want to sweat, I want goosebumps.
I don't want to hear peoples words, I want to see them.
I don't want my hands to touch these keys, I want them to touch the firewood.
I don't want to see clean hair, I want to see dreads.
I don't want see the street lights, I want to see the stars.
I don't want to shit in a toilet, I want to shit in the shitter.
I don't want my mind to shrink up, I want it to explode.
I don't want to talk about people, I want to be with them.
I don't want to buy, I want to trade.
I don't want to give someone a high five, I want to give the peace sign.
I don't want to live on facebook, I want to punch that book in the face.
I don't want to live for the weekend, I want to live for the second.
I don't want to hear this music through a speaker, I want to hear it in front of me.
I don't want this to be normal, I want that to be normal.