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My house is made of glass. I'm just a spectacle for everyone to see. I dangle as a puppet in somebody's fantasy. But I'm still young and green. A bit too green, if you know what I mean. 'Cause I'm good with a back-up plan, but I'm better with a bowl. And all these habits that I seem to have are starting to take their toll. When I was younger, somebody once told me that I still have space to grow. Well now I'm older, and I'm finally starting to see that I won't make it there alone. I'm a ghost writer haunting somebody else's words, 'cause it seems like they're all speaking for me. All I want to do is be uplifting, but all I want to do is go get lifted. I'm conflicted, and it's plain to see. I'm caught in the rat-race of trying to save face. I'm bored and unexalted. All my drunken words are just my sober thoughts, and, "Sorry," will escape me. I've come to believe in everything that I see, because, honestly, nobody cares about honesty. Make me, take me. You can't save me. Watch me as I wander, the gift of growing older.