New Kid

You're woven into my thoughts,
You're the first thing that I think of when I wake,
And you're with me as I fall asleep.
How quickly things change,
And how suddenly,
A quilt of love takes shape.

Flying over the streets laughing,
The wind rising,
Piece a stoge with the lord,
High up in a tree.
Ontologically speaking, I saw the beacon beckon.

Took a leap of faith and crashed into the park,
Coated in the dust of a come down cheap,
I thought i'd found peace,
I thought i'd found peace.

You see my eyes are bloodshot?
I slam my fists into the wall.
And take the quilts that bind us:
It's no one's fault.

Out of my control,
Its the root of my affliction,
The root of my lament.
Out of my control,
A quilt of love takes shape.

Look here,
I wear all my thoughts and fears,
On my sleeve for all to see.
Sometimes I don't know where I'm going-
Where I'm going-
That's alright.