Rowing the campground up by the lake where we swam
We were hunting for snakes
But we couldn't find them

Surrounded by nothing
But the nothing's surrounded by us
But it's just me in my room

With my eyes shut

When I was seventeen

My mother said to me
"Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."
Now I pull a wanton carriage

Instead of the horses, grazing along
I was having fun
We were all having fun


My brain kicking faster than I can
But not fast enough

Who is there to talk to
That won't lock me up?
At least God doesn't judge me by the thoughts that I find

The snakes I couldn't find
I don't want to find


When I was seventeen
My mother said to me
"Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."

Now I pull a wanton carriage
Instead of the horses, grazing along
I was having fun

We were all having fun