caught in a dream   but never come home   always around the corner   another corner waits   caught in...      you could say i'm an avante-gard composer   cuz there aren't any notes in a single one of my note books   as soon as i find a way to play these reams of sheet music   with an instrument that's new and uses a scale of crossed out words   regret and embarresment instead of guitar chords   and i'm sure it's just a matter of seconds   before i'm rich on MTV   pack the place with kids to sing my songs with me   and bite their tounges along with me      i never got a messege in a dream   i've come back but never come home   always around the corner   another corner waits   caught in...      this was supposed to be a release   and now it's quite easily the most stressful piece of my existence   my trip overseas, i was scared shitless   the second time only felt an overpowering indifference   now my third is iminent, and i just feel sick   i'm the guy in the doctor's office   "doctor, it hurts when i do this"   you weigh less than your own shaddow   i was barely a stick to start with   now i'm outdone by the sum   of all the splinters i've discarded      and none of my friends know who i am, it's our arrangement   i kept cex at arm's length to try and keep the real ryan safe   for every dodgeball thrown, every night with cameras rolling   there's bright lines drawn around all of the shit we leave unspoken   my confessions could fill stadiums, but still   my heart's buried under baltimore, and i think i've fogotten where   i could tear up the city trying find it but knowing myself   i'd just probably lie in the cavity with straw and disappear      i never got a messege in dreams   i've come back but never come home   always, arond the corner another corner waits   caught in perpetual low