Dreams and Boxes Watsky

Part I: Dreams
I think I know where all my problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me
But they see through me so easy
I wish I could believe in your God
Sounds fun, we could throw rocks out of heaven
I get these dark thoughts every day now
I never thought I'd be that one
Good news, I'm way too scared to do it
And I have too much fun being scared

I'm in this for life
Like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck

I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling of the box while the coffin is nailed
California dreamin' while the demons are hot on our tail
Hop a curb, yes, that was me off of the trail, officer
No, I don't have a good reason
I was just in a mood to go seekin'
Heard a hard poem, it had my heart thumpin'
Start my blood pumpin' again