There's so much that I don't understand   So I lie awake and analyze the night   I've popped every pop, picked at every scab   The levels aren't hot enough, it sounds so cramped and tight      Faster than a bullet from the chamber   From hotel beds, "I love you" said ten strangers   No matter what it meant, it seems like such a lie    So I am spending all my time finding signals, writing rhymes   Not one voice goes unaffected      Crumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors   Falling off the cart, some sunlit showless hopeless town   And in the winter the van is quiet and we're crowded   The pen is broken, I'm bleeding on a napkin   All of these songs are inconsequential so it's over   It's all over   You hoped my greyhound would roll over   Down into the drink, and the cops would block the streets for miles   Crumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors      Falling off the cart, some sunlit showless hopeless town   The spell I'm under blankets, earplugs swell up, breath gets quicker so   I dog-ear pages to remember where we left off   I hope we grow up soon, before my mind goes out of tune   I hope we grow up soon, before my lights go out   And in the winter the van is quiet