Hinges

Its just a feeling that you get
Im not around
And its hard to breathe
And as im falling off the hinges
Falling out
Between you and me
Walking through the tall grass of los angeles
Eating my burrito
Under the chemical sunset
Thinking of my potbellied future
Will i be happy?
Will i be rich?
Ill be sitting by the tub in a white towel
Drawing the hottest bath imaginable
Will we be wiping steam off the mirror
Seeing our younger selves?
Or just covered in vines?
Im pretty sure im a kind of collection of things
Scattered throughout the backyard
Under the moon
Pulling weirdo slow dance moves
Maybe always losing it a little
I am ashamed to believe in myself!
Its just a feeling that you get
Im not around
And its hard to breathe
And as im falling off the hinges
Falling out
Between you and me