Turn To You

Flooded out of a basement home
It’s her fifteen years ago
It’s me in a couple more
What it means to true of your essence
I guess I’ll never know
Won’t the birds sing the dawn in?
So I turn to you for spiritual leveling
Like an open window open to anything
It’s no bullshit of a tactic
It’s how long it can keep me distracted
But oh, what perfect timing
I’m coming out
Could you come pick me up?
If I could drive, Abby, you know I would
As there’s only so long you can live with what you only know
Only know
Only know
So I turn to you for spiritual leveling
Like an open window open to anything
And it’s not much, but it’s nothing
And enough to keep me from smoking
But oh, what perfect timing
Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
For help with burning