Promised Land

You're taking up lots of space

Your shit is everywhere

Your breath is all up in my face

Your hands are swarming in the air

You're the first one out the car and then

You're the loudest one in the bar

Tell me, is there something wrong, girlfriend?

What's with this new version of who you are?

So she lifts her chin and squints at me

To assess what I think I know

She says, my heart has some dangerous neighborhoods

So beware where you try to go

They say that the truth will set you free

But then so will a lie

It depends if you're trying to get to the promised land

Or you're just trying to get by

What is a camera but a box of light?

What is a guitar but a box of sound?

You think I don't understand

But I think I might

What it is to harness the emptiness

And just ride it around

And maybe your chest is an empty shell

With ribs of spiraling coral

Where a perfect pearl of sadness resides

But if you ever need an ear

I could just come and press it here

Listen to the sound of the ocean inside