Dandelions

Fell asleep in a theatre seat
Water bottle full of wine
I was dreaming of sentimental stuff
Like blowing on dandelions

Then I wandered into a bookstore on the corner
On the shelf, "Twelve Rules For Life"
By a Canadian doctor advocating for good posture
Who would overdose on Klonopin next year this time

I'm all wound up again

Waking up in my childhood bed
Pouring the coffee, saying sorry to my sister
For taking up too much space with my little worries
Told her I hated my life, I guess that was melodramatic
I don't like it, but it's not like I would ever stop trying

I'm all wound up again

On a plane to the Midwest
To visit someone that I just met
Always been scared of flying
Even more scared of arriving

I don't know what to expect
But I think getting hurt would hurt less
Than just wondering what she's thinking of
In my childhood bed

Ooh, I just wanna see a new color
Bend the water
(Ooh, just wanna see a new color) do something impossible
(I just wanna see a new color) do something impossible
(I just wanna see a new color) do something impossible (and not apologize)