Trenton Makes The World Baked

If you could see me now, the world thrashing around

Forward motion takes my breath, and forces inside

My fingers on the pulse, but it's gone down

A pilgrimage to salvage shapes and sounds above the ground

I guess it's make or break

Picking up a rocket plan

Waste another lazy Sunday

Giving up while picking up

Just where I left off the last time

Just when I thought we made the cut

But we didn't

I don't know if I know

The death of a good friend who left me alone

I don't know if it shows

Should I just gave up or stay on my own

Dream waves come and go

Imagine a state of ghost that you'll know

I'd stop the world to melt with you