Mental State

I'd rather live in a telephone booth on the beach with twenty seven dollars and sixty four cents
Than be stuck behind these four walls where my thoughts can't make a dent
The american slang in "this town" brings total deceit
Wish i could tell you why those thoughts they come to me
Being depressed about nothing is a miserable feat

The color of your eyes says a lot about your mental state
That's what makes me wanna leave this state
Even though the words i say are prate
They've gotten me where i am with you today and i can't thank anyone but
Myself and fate

I used to care so much i was being careful now i don't give a shit about anything
Anemoia is what i feel with you and that resolves almost every little thing

The color of your eyes says a lot about your mental state
That's what makes me wanna leave this state
Even though the words i say are prate
They've gotten me where i am with you today and i can't thank anyone but
Myself and fate

You're all that i live for and all i admire even when my situations are dire
I'm in need of your affection
My drug is your attention
Even in my latest mental reflection
Forever was my selection

You are why i get up in the morning and put on them clothes
That i got from that guy in that band that we both
Really love
And you are why i try and better myself and break all my bad habits
As that good enough for you?
That's good enough for me
Just keep being true

The color of your eyes says a lot about your mental state
That's what makes me wanna leave this state
Even though the words i say are prate
They've gotten me where i am with you today and i can't thank anyone but
Myself and fate

And even though i make you worry about the little things that never hurt me anyways
You stick around and hey i'd take that any day, any day, any day
So tell me is this good for the both of us
Or is this just set to combust
I've never been placed into this much trust
Every time i get something this good it turns into dust