Flowers for My Brain
Whistling Past Graves: Embracing Madness in Dear and the Headlights' Melodic Journey
Lyrics
We're just whistling past the graveyard
We are avoiding or ignoring something ominous or threatening.
Laughing in backseats and restaurants
We find joy in casual settings, like car backseats and restaurants.
Don't know ourselves well but so what
We have a limited understanding of ourselves, but it doesn't bother us.
We know each other
We have a deep connection with each other.
Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
Various conflicting thoughts are coming down upon me.
Trying to straighten out my spine
Attempting to correct or improve my posture.
It's been folding in the moments that I need it
My backbone is faltering at crucial moments.
I'm obsessing over finish lines
I am excessively focused on achieving goals.
Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me
Questioning someone about their constant smile in my presence.
Said I remind you of a joke
The person associates me with humor or light-heartedness.
I think you might actually me on to something
The person's observation about me might have validity.
There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously
Suggesting not to take life too seriously.
We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane
We are navigating through irrational and crazy thoughts.
But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
Despite the chaos, the person's thoughts bring positivity to my mind.
And I still pull my hands past your ribcage
I reach out to touch the person, seeking closeness.
Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
Hoping my actions will be welcomed by your side.
For as long as you'd like
Desiring to be with you for as long as you want.
And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed
We move in and out of sanity without drawing attention.
Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
Experiencing chaotic progress in our dreams and aspirations.
Glowing in radiant madness
Thriving in a state of beautiful madness.
Certain of all we're become
Confident in the individuals we have become.
Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
Leaving behind conventional thinking and breaking free.
Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
Rejecting centuries-old traditions as we depart.
Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
No longer dwelling in uncertainty and hesitation.
Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout [x2]
Creating our own meanings until the end.
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