Wasting

Wasting life in drops of water which could fill the bowl where we all swim, but it's not the earth I mean
Crossing jungles filled with monsters made of clay and garbage and those big eyes I think they're glass
This is all your fault for not having sold her that old bicycle of yours; it wasn't even that good back then

Chorus:
Riding a unicorn through the swamps and meadows of my home town
Helping the needy and the already dying out of hunger and boredom too, I guess

Is that a useful tool, that new mind reading software we just made out of the blue chips blue tooth blue sky and all that other bullshit too
There's this void inside of me which paradoxically means that there's still something filling me
Which brings me back to my original argument, about the earth or something blue, I think I've forgotten the rest

Chorus:
Riding a hurricane into your hometown, dragging houses, trees and cows
I'm taking all of it with me, just please don't ask me why