Troubled at the office, troubled at the bank   I put my hands against the tree line   I know it's real but it still feels fake   The last thing I remember from that world   Was a drum take clicked out on the tape too slow      Oh what a life we give   Toward obsessions and curled toes   And the death line that's running   Through our friends as well as foes   And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost   As I go down this road of the bored and boring      No one saw it coming, everyone was shocked   So I bummed my roommate's helmet   And keep a tight grip on my bike lock   Take the side streets, keep my eyes closed   Oh, it only takes a second to pass      I've had some really nice people   Say some really smart things to me   I've had really nice people   Bummer out here in this bed next to me      So I sing my life in circles   Through these outrages and I   Have had some really nice people   Have to tell me goodbye   So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes and   let it fly and try to stay positive.