Wide awake in the candlelight   Stoned straight, crashing ocean wave   Patterns and sunset in their prime   Shoulder demons tell me how to lie   When it matters, when it matters, oh   And you better hope that you see it coming      That you see it coming      Painted gray and blurry   I am waiting for the sock to drop   Yes, I can fake it, hide, run away   When there's nothing left, nothing left to know      Ho, nothing   Ho, nothing   Woah, nothing to know      Lonely like a living room   Hallway noises and interviews   Squeeze the globe in between your legs   And hope God knows when to show his face   When it matters, when it matters, oh   And you better hope that you're feeling something      I'm feeling, I'm feeling      Pained by the worry   I am stained by the learning of what I can't   Feel, see, think, undo, I'm going to Mexico   Where there's nothing but the sun      Ho, nothing   Ho, nothing   Oh, nothing but sun      The four walls entertaining me   Are symbols of my contentment   Of mental and legal poverty   Nine out of ten can't be wrong      I, I have never learned   The secret of velocity   As I expand I feel small      I, I have nothing left   That I can draw from   I have nothing left, nothing