Treasure Hugs

Well I know he's alive and tricking me into all sorts of things
Bless his soul, bless his mind
He is cold, He is blind
And I know he's wearing out after all these years
And I'll find him dead some morning in my bedroom
He'll have painted all my windows black 
Soon I won't have a single dose of tact at all

And I just came back from coffee 
And I didn't bring my mind
What's the use, it's gone dry
No excuse, no goodbye
And I've locked eyes with a tombstone 
He doesn't sleep he engineers thoughts
I'll be dead one morning in my bedroom
I'll have covered all my walls with crayon
Obituary reads, "Who's to blame for this disastrous plan?"

Imagine what you could make 
If your muse hadn't killed herself
And after all these mistakes 
My life's no better than hell
Maybe delaying the wake wasn't best 
But I'm starting to tell
No matter what road you take there are spots 
With bone-dry wells

I was talking to a man one day and he couldn't tell a lie 
Time has flown, we will die
We're alone, it's alright
And in time we'll be forgotten every single mortal soul
But you'll be alive one morning in your bedroom
The sun will crack your windows, shake your walls
And you will wake up, 
Realize the walk was worth a thousand falls.