Little songs

I sing little songs to myself,
And try not to think about myself.
That's when i get blinded by sound.
I'm so confusing.

I think about what I'm supposed to be,
And what my friends think of me,
But thats something i could never know,
And i dont want to.

So when im recording songs,
The last part takes so long.
Thats when i have to make up words,
Then sing them.
I know about the world I'm in.
I think about it mostly when
I'm walking home at night,
After people turn off all the lights.

Now there's something there at night
People put up christmas lights.
The car's parked and i'm just sneaking around,
Outside their house,
Where they're asleep inside.
I run through the bushes and hide,
And I see their dishes in the sink.
Pretty soon now it will snow,
My first snow away from home,
It's cold and I'm all bundled up.