Lost in...

TRANSLATION:

Finding yourself in a place where you don't know the language
Trying to figure out your own language
Maybe you have to sing other people's words to get to your own

Bob is optimistic externally and pessimistic internally
Charlotte is pessimistic throughout.

Letting go of the worry of the future. Finding the present is enough

How can you be yourself when everything around you feels like it's directed at someone else.
Someone they think you are, not that they want you to be, but truly think you are

Forget they. It's you. How can I stop second guessing my instincts. Let go of expectations and experience pure joy.

I don't know what I want.

Wear a pink wing and sing.
Im special
Sit in a hot tub and say bye on the phone
Let the elevator doors close without looking back
Miss the flash
Stop the car
Take a walk on the stone lily pads
Eat the raw meat and thank a stripper
If your kids miss you but are ok with it, drink satori
Be a unicorn
Be snotty
Be an actor
Be old
Be unemployed
Do pro bono
Smoke
Drink
Run from Bebe guns
Get off a white train
Love a stranger
Destroy the maker
Speak French to replace characters
Or figures of my
Imagine those who sleep alone
But beside a snoring shell
Cuddle by a cold window
High up above
A neon town with no silence
Sink into a passed out slumber
Tucked in by regret
And covered with white dissatisfaction
Never before have razors
Been this small
Answer the call
Wrong number.
Join in the race to get to the airport
But to leave home
Return to your family
If limbo had a Realitor
I'd make a meeting
Just give me the damn
Bill

Wonder what it's like to feel utterly...

Well. Maybe you have to sing other people's words to get to your own.