Old Jersey

You call it a microscope
I call it a mirror
You call it a microphone
I call it a speaker
I feel safe everywhere
Except for the places that matter
Because my evil clones spell danger
And I have to answer for it

My friends lived underground for a year and it made them insane
They swore they'd never do it again
But I have gone to sleep in my basement this week
It's a chore to leave
It's a chore, it's a chore, it's a chore to leave

What I would give to feel like I belonged up here
What I would give to feel like I belonged up here
Oh, the agony when he looks at me, I never feel at home
We all know a John Doe

And I miss the ocean
It is oneness
It swallows up everything
And goes one way
Even on bad days, It keeps flowing
I wanna end where the water does



Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Arthur Naylor, Tyler Kramer, Helen Julia Barsz
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