Yesterday's Flowers Are Today's Dreams

Every evening
I stare at the ceiling
Just tryin' to realign my guide
Philosophise this life

I feel so ill
In this mind
All the time
Stay still
For real
There's something on your back
Watching people on TV
Watching people on their screens
How divine
It's comedy meets insanity
Does a pretty good job at distracting me

Don't be slave to your thoughts
When they come creeping in
Creeping in
Don't be afraid
When the flood pulls you down
You'll find your ground

I feel so ill
In this mind
All the time
Stay still
For real
There's something on your back
Watching people on TV
Watching people on their screens
How divine
It's comedy meets insanity
Does a pretty good job at distracting me

Don't be slave to your thoughts
When they come creeping in
Creeping in
Don't be afraid
When the flood pulls you down
You'll find your ground

I feel so ill
In this mind
All the time
Stay still
For real
There's something on your back
Watching people on TV
Watching people on their screens
How divine [Tell my why]
It's comedy meets insanity
Does a pretty good job at distracting me



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Collins
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