Launchies

The newspapers that I've kept as monuments Are just gathering dust on this floor These walls are too thick for pushpins They will never be seen again I hope they come back to me All those beautiful things Even though I'll just throw them away I'm finding I'll never fall into the place I belong This lack of motivation... I can't even find the will to pick up the phone I know it's hard to move on, but one day I know you will find a home I'm shaking the Southland hoping to rearrange the state lines I'm spending time living under these trees No room for the sun to shine through Making mountains on the windowsill I still act surprise when everything falls apart