Picture Of A Tree That Doesn't Look Okay
The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die Lyrics

Do you think the landlord's pissed?
We wonder if our landlord is angry about us parking a car on the lawn.

He's looking
We can sense our landlord's disapproval and watch him survey the property.

The porch is still and empty
The front porch holds no signs of life or use, further emphasizing our transient nature here.

We wrote our friends names on the walls inside
In an attempt to make the space our own, we marked our territory by inscribing our friends' names on the walls.

They're laughing
The atmosphere inside the house is lively and joyous, despite our temporary living situation.

We know that this isn't home for long
We are aware that this dwelling is not a permanent solution, and that we cannot get too comfortable here.

The posters in your bedroom speak softly
The decorations we have put up in our rooms hold subtle messages and stories that speak to us gently.

They tell stories
Our posters are not simply decorations, but outlets for the stories and messages we wish to share with ourselves.

So while the weather's getting worse
As the environment outside deteriorates, we choose to remain inside and share stories with each other.

We take shelter in these walls again
Our shelter is the house that we have made our temporary home, and we seek refuge inside its walls.

And tell stories
We share our experiences and sentiments with each other as a form of comfort and escape.

So where did you live and what did you learn there?
We take interest in each other's past homes and the lessons they taught us, perhaps as a means of bonding.

We watch the fallen leaves turn to frozen trees
As nature changes around us, we observe the transition from autumn to winter and the beauty of each season.

It's been another year
Reflecting on the passage of time, we realize that another year has come and gone.

Where do the echoes from the echoes go?
We wonder where the repercussions of our actions fade into obscurity and go unnoticed.

Where does the water flow when it leaves our homes
We contemplate the path that water takes once it exits our dwellings, beyond our control and understanding.

I've been searching for this
We have been seeking something important and meaningful in life, but have yet to find it.

Something that I can run away with
We desire a meaningful pursuit that we can throw ourselves into so fully that it becomes an escape from reality.

It's a life changing decision
The search for this something has the potential to permanently alter our lives and the ways in which we engage with the world.

Should I leave or try to beat this?
We are grappling with the decision of whether to abandon our current situation and search for something better or commit to making the best of our current situation.

(I know it gets harder everyday
We acknowledge that life can be challenging and taxing, and that the difficulty only compounds with each passing day.

But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away)
Despite life's struggles, we remind ourselves that time will bring change and new beginnings, and that our human existence is fleeting.

Live wires are like this
We observe that dangerous or risky situations can be alluring and exciting, like a wire that pulsates with electricity.

They hit the streets and form a beacon
Situations with live wires can draw attention and become a beacon of sorts, even despite their danger.

It's a danger we've been warned
While we are aware of the risks involved in chasing excitement, we understand that danger can also be thrilling.

But we still stretch and try to reach them
Despite the risks, we are drawn to these exhilarating situations and attempt to push ourselves to our limits in pursuit of them.

Watching our planet grow on screens
We bear witness to the ways in which our world evolves and progresses through the medium of screens, which can be simultaneously isolating and enlightening.

I spoke into a windowsill
While alone in our dwelling, we speak to the environment around us, perhaps as a form of catharsis or connection.

And still forgot everything
Despite our attempts at connection, we find ourselves easily lost in thought and prone to forgetting even our most profound realizations.

And then it spoke back
In a moment of synchronicity or happenstance, something in our environment seems to respond to us and our musings.

A thousand frozen trees (I will stare while you are growing)
The world around us is full of beautiful and complex natural phenomena, which we observe and appreciate in our journey through life.

But still there's something burning (Come with me to empty places)
Despite the beauty and wonder of the world, we feel a sense of unease or longing, and desire to explore unique and unfamiliar environments.

They are filled with everything
The empty and unexplored places in the world are teeming with untold stories and history, just waiting to be uncovered and experienced.

Where do the pieces of our dreams recede?
We ponder where our dreams and aspirations go when they are forgotten, dissipated, or failed.

Into eyes shut that are opening
Perhaps our forgotten dreams and aspirations return to us when we least expect them, to be rediscovered and redefined in new ways.

I never have ever decided what to think (Whenever, if ever I get my life together)
We find ourselves constantly at odds with our own thoughts and perspectives, unsure of the best way to navigate our lives.

Of all the years I spent in Connecticut (I'll apologize for all the things I should have said)
We look back on our past and the missed opportunities we regret, wishing we could go back and take advantage of them.

So beat on the bass drum, make all the spiders run (And on another day lost to the setting sun)
We find solace and release in music and other creative pursuits, and take pleasure in disturbing the peace around us.

We threw rocks at the house and it looked back (I stare at the ceiling and it looks back)
We actively engage with our environment, attempting to provoke a response and interact with our surroundings in a meaningful way.