Mixing elixirs and alchemy Trying to turn back maturity

Everything that you thought (Confirmed) Every fear you had lost (Returns) A film that you just can't wash (Has emerged) But you cleanse, you cleanse, you cleanse

When there is nowhere left to go When there is nothing left to show When my shoes are worn to the soles

I'm stuck in a landslide

There's a burden in the back I'm the body in the bag

Why would you want to be young again? Who has the time for the suffering?

I committed the crime around ten fifteen You didn't notice cause your eyes Were glazed and diseased

Perched in a tree outside Chasing the smoke of a distant fire Making a screen in my mind Reciting the words of a lullaby

Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing

Don't you worry 'bout what change brings 'Cause you can't stop it

Tell me all the things I've missed Who's been killed and who's been kissed

Out at the party, no one to meet Wine and spirits in front of me Mixing elixirs and alchemy Trying to turn back maturity

Staring at the cake I light a match and I wish it all away

Lights up, the balcony On the edge of their seats I’ve been here since before I was me We’re laughing, with the laugh track It’s funny, but we’re laughing with ghosts

I don't want to be old and not remembered This won't make me any younger

I've been in New York City, Chicago, Illinois I have been in Boston, Massachusetts and the Quakertown

And when the morning came I found myself the enclave Of a tiny darkened space And no one here to blame

But those days are over, yeah the light is getting shorter And I'm measuring my weight in tons

When you see me drift astray Out of touch and out of place Will you tell me to my face? Then I guess you can hang with me

There’s a disc above me, it floats through the air It guides me to safety and lights my affairs

Boy, that's a tough one Don't know what to say Another man I've never heard of Has passed away

Short on battery Seems like the time To take a walk in zero gravity

As everyone was singing Found I could not listen

Let me take a little bite Help me zero out my mind

"Rochester made" that means "quality" With we will all agree Rochester, take me there! It's our city where I want to be!

He’s tired of the sick and poor, weighing down his stock reports This market needs a miracle

One rotation leads to another Three trips round now, all for your mother Make a five year window seem a little closer

I reached in the cupboard for sugar and vitamin C I threw out a tablet of expired Dramamine

One rotation leads to another Three trips round now all for your mother Make a five yr window seem a little closer Bring it on down fly a little lower Going six times now & 7's getting closer Ate my meals alone, I'm not over her 9 comes round, so does 10 You're my piece of heaven

I'm in town, but my head is not

I could sell plans of different types To wealthy men and their trophy wives And go home, see the kids at night

I have opinions I must shout! I don't deserve this, hear me out! I liked it better than before! I gave it ten, a perfect score!

I've been in New York City, Chicago, Illinois I have been in Boston, Massachusetts and the Quakertown But I did not feel at home there, so I thought of my hometown The city of conventions where they make you feel at home

It feels It feels like a lie

He found the caps lock He’s got some views

They're all just speaking tongues

I’m feeling dizzy just from the view Got another six lives to lose Before my final descent is through Before I find my way back to you

Are they gonna bomb us all? I don't know

I, I am drowning in love with you I, I hope, hope that it's good for you

Meditate, internalize, here’s something that you can try Oh, I need a few

If your daddy cares, or his daddy cares Tell them it's not their world, no, it's mine Now it's mine

Will the soundtrack kindly produce a sound? Go on, don't be nervous, go ahead, any sound Well, that isn't quite what I had in mind

Tommy went down to the discotheque Bravest little guy I know Tommy went out to catch the late show

News from ground control Smooth air is below

We all have separate places We all seek information We are on the way

Reporter stops me in the street and says They'd love to get a quote, it'll only take a sec

Lights up, the balcony On the edge of their seats I’ve been here since before I was me We’re laughing, with the laugh track It’s funny, but we’re laughing with ghosts

You're amazing and beautiful But it's an age made for the stupid and numb

I watched the sun come up over LAX I watched the hills pour east through the plains of Texas

I think I’m over all the hyperbolic chambers that sucked me in I’m no longer accepting feedback from strangers, it’s just too grim