Little Songs

I sing little songs to myself,

And try not to think about myself.

That's when i get blinded by sound.

I'm so confusing.

I think about what I'm supposed to be,

And what my friends think of me,

But thats something i could never know,

And i dont want to.

So when im recording songs,

The last part takes so long.

Thats when i have to make up words,

Then sing them.

I know about the world I'm in.

I think about it mostly when

I'm walking home at night,

After people turn off all the lights.

Now there's something there at night;

People put up christmas lights.

The car's parked and i'm just sneaking around,

Outside their house,

Where they're asleep inside.

I run through the bushes and hide,

And I see their dishes in the sink.

Pretty soon now it will snow,

My first snow away from home,

It's cold and I'm all bundled up.