Dumb Things

Staring at the ceiling is a sad passtime But I can't stand to stand or stand to sit down You badly painted face Cracking by the day Now diluting ghosts with a bottle of wine You cut and now you're back at the end of the line You're not getting through Things you can't undo Domesticating wolves And letting them run loose So what? No one sees me I didn't wanna come I wish I took the train to get out of town The sun is bleeding yellow light into my room The dust cast its shadows Forming little crows Like cloudspotting in spring I find comfort in dumb things My birds have found a home They live here fully grown So what? No one sees me I just want to go home