paint peeling off the wall

bad things, they come in three's
there's a banshee in the bedroom
staring at the wall for weeks now

last night i wrote a poem
i've been feeling like my father
the way the mist sorrounding me now

while i marinate in peace
feel the love and while i'm floating in it
i forget to look down

and they're circling the street
melted key in the ignition
so i'll have to fight my way out

cuz i've been waiting for a sign from god
or someone
the devil or whatever i don't care

how could i care about a thing
when i'm living the dream
how could i care about a thing
when i'm living the dream

there's a shadow in the creek
i've been sleeping in the mud behind your house until i'm stable

cuz i've been waiting for a sign from god
or someone
the devil or whatever i don't care

how could i care about a thing
when i'm living the dream
how could i care about a thing
when i'm living the dream

paint peeling off the wall
the scammers always call
mold is growing on the ceiling

just hopping off the bus
walk thru dirt in hollywood
you could say my life's a movie