Notes on the floor

In my head I've painted a picture of myself
I've got it framed and it's sitting on a shelf
Everyday I see it and I try to remember that picture's not a mirror,
I can't be that forever
Friends come and friends go but love waits outside your window
Like a bird out on the frailest limb
Well, I've got my curtains drawn, my social thirst is long-gone
Why should they see someone who I'm not even sure is me?

I will lose myself in this crowd, but I am fine with being no one
Because no one does whatever they want to do

I've been driving myself crazy, it seems, lately
I hypothesize and theorize until I realize that I'm so without truth
And I've come so far only to find that what I came here for was never here at all
Friends come and friends go but love waits outside your window
Like a bird out on the frailest limb
Well, I've got my curtains drawn, my social thirst is long-gone

I will lose myself in this crowd, but I am fine with being no one
Because no one does whatever they want to do

I will lose myself in this crowd, but I am fine with being no one
Because no one does whatever they want to do

Now I'm sitting in this room too big for one
I should try to fill this empty space with substance instead of substances for once
So I scatter my notes on the floor, and when the smoke clears in the morning
I'll look for definition in them