Water in My Brain

It's summer again I feel nothing again Time's gone by And I guess there's just more to come Two years ago I was writing dumb songs in that upstairs room It reached thirty-seven degrees one day A melting guitar and a broken demeanour The moon was a memory and I was my own worst enemy Close behind was trying to make sense of that evidence content As I drove on home, for an hour at 9:30 on a Thursday night (Hmmm) Life is dumb sometimes It's good to know we're fine But what's this water in my brain? Now I am writing the same kinds of songs but in a different room And this one won't stay cool either Near melting guitars, life's a broken facade or a record that spins Will it spin for eternity? I've got a degree that means nothing to me An opportunity, that some dad would die for their child to have Life is dumb sometimes I guess it's true we're all dying Oh life is dumb sometimes But what's this life that's in my veins? What's this breath that I can't shake? What's this comfort in my pain? What's this water in my brain?