People Often Tell Me I’m Good At What I Do Astronautalis

[Verse 1]
I like living, it's easy, moves like a gift
In a weather that's breezy, blew by my lips
Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss
I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits

Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders
Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water
It's all right if you never show
Just the idea that you might's enough to keep my head afloat

I guess its all too common for people my height
Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights
Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest
Handwritten messages always seem to say it best

But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke
Addressed in Sunday's best with a stamp on the front
Ready to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks
I can't seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause

I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards
Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers
It's inane and it hovers at the back of your thoughts
Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught