I have a little ashtray, made from tinfoil
I ash into it while I sit thinking in the stairwell
There's no furniture here, but who needs it anyway.
I have a little life made out of train rides and drawings
I wake up to it every morning, when I'm done resting.
There's no money in my pockets, but who needs it anyway.
There's music in my ears every minute.
White noise sounds so pretty that I could dance along to nothing.
No one ever asked me to entertain them, but I don't need their
permission to bring a smile to my face.
I am loving every minute
I am enjoying the cold
I am appreciating the heartache
Nothing is perfect, but who needs perfect anyway.
I ash into it while I sit thinking in the stairwell
There's no furniture here, but who needs it anyway.
I have a little life made out of train rides and drawings
I wake up to it every morning, when I'm done resting.
There's no money in my pockets, but who needs it anyway.
There's music in my ears every minute.
White noise sounds so pretty that I could dance along to nothing.
No one ever asked me to entertain them, but I don't need their
permission to bring a smile to my face.
I am loving every minute
I am enjoying the cold
I am appreciating the heartache
Nothing is perfect, but who needs perfect anyway.
nothing less