Popcorn, Ceilings & Imaginariums

[musical intro — lofi, slow, clock ticking underneath static] / / [verse] Popcorn ceiling with a plastered little lie cartographer wasted at 2am defined by the fine art of going absolutely nowhere I fear counting little bumps to somewhere all the minutes hemorrhaging through the mattress Hollywood insider gone to conspiracy Spielberg couldn't greenlight what I'm making up here in the Imaginarium of me [caesura] The clock's doing stand up in the corner punchline landing every sixty seconds flat drafted seventeen acceptance speeches for the version of myself I'm not getting back [musical shift] [pre chorus] oooooOOOOooo The ceiling keeps its mountains ooooOOoooo I'll keep my excuses [beat drop] [chorus] Starring at the blockbuster of nothing (oooOOOoo) director's cut of a wasted atmosphere the Imaginarium keeps projecting / tick / tick / Like nobody's here [musical break] / / [verse] 3am and the texture's confessing A statue dancing in fabric confines method acting through the white uninvited Till we're both out of breath with only the morning to fear [Dance beat drop] / / [musical break] / [gospel slowdown] [sensual] [slow] [intimate] [sparse piano] 4, A.M. The asbestes in the ceiling never made me feel like I was so damn filthy It's getting wet, and impossibly heavy As it all falls apart Reality is slipping But God, oh God I want to feel something [Caesura] 5am the mountains haven't moved the clock gets the last word like it always Would. [musical build] / / [beat drop] [Guitar solo] The ghost in the attic, feeling mad it Didn't get a chance to, break this habit I'm an addict, popcorn emphatic A projectionists lost to the static [caesura] [pre-chorus] A-nother movie, unreeled oooOOOOooo Lost in the fiction Of what was never here [caesura] [chorus] Starring at the blockbuster of nothing (oooOOOoo) director's cut of a wasted atmosphere the Imaginarium keeps projecting / tick / tick / Like nobody's here [musical break] / [outro — clock ticking, everything else falling away]