he's waiting, stuck up in the morning, in a cherry tree
he's picking words that he wants to say and feelings he wants to be
so let all your friends search the barren skirts of that party for you
you've got nothing worth doing and no one worth seeing when you're this confused
blow a bubble, balloon in your head and let it pop so you can think you're over it
but as it grew you knew the only thing you collected was hot air, only defective thoughts
so reach out for a new branch, you're gonna climb until you don't want to look down anymore
the things in this life you thought were ensured are not in store for you
what a waste basket of a life you've chosen to consume
you're just picking at the petri dish
because you don't understand it
you've been flirting with your head
and you still can't stand a bit of it
so break out the box of cob webs you stuck up in your brain
they've got so much crap to throw at you, and none of it will follow or remain
cause their just the dirty thoughts you keep for those sad evenings in a cherry tree
those sad evenings you sit alone, just to come home, running back to me
he's picking words that he wants to say and feelings he wants to be
so let all your friends search the barren skirts of that party for you
you've got nothing worth doing and no one worth seeing when you're this confused
blow a bubble, balloon in your head and let it pop so you can think you're over it
but as it grew you knew the only thing you collected was hot air, only defective thoughts
so reach out for a new branch, you're gonna climb until you don't want to look down anymore
the things in this life you thought were ensured are not in store for you
what a waste basket of a life you've chosen to consume
you're just picking at the petri dish
because you don't understand it
you've been flirting with your head
and you still can't stand a bit of it
so break out the box of cob webs you stuck up in your brain
they've got so much crap to throw at you, and none of it will follow or remain
cause their just the dirty thoughts you keep for those sad evenings in a cherry tree
those sad evenings you sit alone, just to come home, running back to me