Little Songs The Microphones

[Verse]
I sing little songs to myself
And try not to think about myself
That's when I get blinded by sound
I'm so confusing

I think about what I'm supposed to be
And what my friends think of me
But thats something I could never know
And I don't want to

So when I'm recording songs
The last part takes so long
Thats when I have to make up words
Then sing them
I know about the world I'm in
I think about it mostly when
I'm walking home at night
After people turn off all the lights

(drum solo)

Now there's something there at night;
People put up christmas lights
The car's parked and I'm just sneaking around
Outside their house
Where they're asleep inside
I run through the bushes and hide
And I see their dishes in the sink
Pretty soon now it will snow
My first snow away from home
It's cold and I'm all bundled up