A Red Gone Blue

I swam across a desert

Just to find my clothes

I reached an island

On a peninsula I knew

I started thinking of myself

How there's no place to go

Now that I'm on my feet



It's like counting sheep when they're not there



I've walked across the ocean

Just to find my shoes

I wore the soles off

And I couldn't find my boat

I started thinking of my thoughts

I risk with perfect circle



Of 44 in stones



It's like counting sheep when they're not there

Broken thoughts of a million scratching wolves



I'm not comfortable

And I'm uncomfortable

In your place

And I'm not comfortable

And I'm not comfortable

Which I hate

Which I hate



And there's too many people for you to blame

Will I stay?



I'm not comfortable