Haunted Kaleidoscope

My eyes are burning from the smell of gasoline

Red wine on the carpet and ashes on the sheets

You see me laughing up in the corner though you must know I wanna scream

This all just went to hell but thatʼs not where I wanna be

My ego is a terrible host

Always searching outside for the butt of the joke

But inside of my head is a haunted kaleidoscope

Folding inside of itself

Telling me I can never be sold

But I want to be gold

See, Iʼm almost 30 somehow Iʼm still learning how to breathe

Sometimes I think I was better at this when I was 17

And the hour glass is running, the overpass is coming faster than it seems

And this all just went to hell but thatʼs not where I thought Iʼd be

My ego is a terrible host

Always searching outside for somebody to hold

But inside of my head is a haunted kaleidoscope

Folding inside of itself

Telling me I can never be sold

But I want to be gold

Iʼm trying to be happy for you

Iʼm trying to be proud of myself

Does it ever get easier?

My ego is a terrible host

Always searching outside for some fire to stoke

But inside of my head is a haunted kaleidoscope

Folding inside of itself

Telling me I can never be sold

I just want to be gold

I still wanna be gold