someone stole the wind chime Lyrics

I'm hearin' 'bout riots, I don't know my place

I hate my new job and I carry my mace

I ask you how you would feel if I went back

I think I convinced you this isn't an act

Is something burning or is it just me?

Forecast the worst, yeah, I've got tendencies

You're readin' 'bout babies and thinkin' 'bout time

I'm starting to doubt I'd feel like it was mine

What's left to imagine now?

What will you - what will I - allow?

Plenty of air but so easy to drown

Take a breath, count to ten, let it out

I've got impulses, you get off on thrills

Can't find your glasses and I can't find my pills

The towels are washed and the corners are filled

I'm scared that you're writing about breaking what's built

What's left to imagine now?

What will you - what will I - allow?

Plenty of air but so easy to drown

Take a breath, count to ten, let it out

Hang a hook, take a look all around

Is it good? all the wood? all the sounds?

We talked about movin' somewhere in the south

It's a test, try your best with me now