[Verse 1: Time]
Looking out my window never thought that I would find it
I was looking for myself I guess the whole time I was blinded
The past you can't rewind it, so what I do I stand behind it
Never spineless, my mind is a prison, memory I'm doing time with
But I swear I'm not crazy, I'm really going sane
Art is just the way I articulate pain
Passion is my engine I'm steering around the blame
Then I got into a head on crash down memory lane
The wall in Berlin fell then we just built more
They make us hate each other so we just stay poor
They say those were the good days but I don't know what they meant
Cause when I was born Reagan was killing dissent
I'm at the laundry mat trying to wash yesterday off
I think I lost my inner child to the flu and whooping cough
I saw death in the alley I smelled the whiskey on his breath
I didn't know he missed me but I'm glad that he left
Walking down Federal where Kerouac used to roam
Broken glass and bounced checks, somewhere there's a poem
Pinball at the laundry mat, basketball at the park
Used to go and tag in the alley after dark
I saw a man get stabbed to get death when i was only 10
I didn't talk for a week, thought I'd wind up like him
Fast forward to the orange bottles and spilled Prosecco
Little did I know it really wouldn't help me let go
[Hook: Giuseppe & Time]
Here we are right now
Here we never were
Here we are right now
This is the future

[Verse 2: Time]
Let's go to another party and spill our life stories
All this monotony got me depressed like Giles Corey
I wrote for the skeletons of mice beyond my drywall
I wanna fly away like Daniel Johnston's eyeball
Me and music don't get along, she stabbed with a G sharp
Now all i got is this debt and a chewed up heart
Show your wound to the world, don't let your friends lick your scars
Keep the ones that tell you when you're fucking up, you'll go far
I pushed god on the tracks in Paris at the train station
Now I don't believe in nothing but progress and creation
Emptiness can be a gift, or a foreclosed home
Thoughts without action are just graveyard bones
My 200th millionth grandfather's probably a fish
Or maybe I'm just dreaming and don't even exist
When I finally unzip my skin, I'll step out and float
Then I'll button up enlightenment and wear it like a coat

[Hook: Giuseppe & Time]
Here we are right now
Here we never were
Here we are right now
This is the future