EASTER ISLAND

I've got easter island inside me

But lately i’ve been choosing to spend my time in manhattan back alleys

Everyone is the same guitar different case

Everyone is a glass jar some cracked, different pain

Holding a pickled soul, stress vinegar, fermenting

I don't wanna be the furniture, I wanna be the space

Don't wanna be the flowers, I wanna be the vase

And hold you while you wither away

No no no, no I can’t livе like this anymore

Could've been thе goods but I've been the store

Could've been the ceiling but I've been on the floor

There's no dust up there, clean freak, not a day passes not dictated by what people think of me

Got easter island, desert surrounding Santa Fe, a mountain of evergreens

White sands, Joshua Tree inside me but I've been living in the back alleys

Chinatown, Los Angeles traffic jams

Guess I've got to move, guess I’ve got to choose

I don’t wanna be the furniture, I wanna be the space

I don't wanna be the flowers, I wanna be the vase

And hold you while you wither away

Why can’t I get out of my own way

Why can't I get out of my own way these days?

Why can't I get out of my own way

Why can't I get out of my own way these days?

Why can’t I get out of my own way

Why can't I get out of my own way these days?

Why can't I get out of my own way

Why can't I get out of my own way these days?

I wanna go to Easter Island

Maybe Thailand, North Bend

Live three months in Brooklyn or London

Take the train from Milan to Lausanne

Jealous of my past self

Myst and neverland

Marfa, phoenix, philly

Doesn't matter really

Moms house, your house

Wherever the sun is out

Dubai

Hello

I know

No matter where I go

I take myself with me