You could never have too many pillows.
That’s a lie, too much of anything could kill you.
You could never have too many windows.
Hold up, wait, everybody could see in though?
You could never have too comfy a bed.
Until something wants you dead.
It’ll strike when you’re vulnerable and tranquil.
But you could never have too many pillows.

I’d like to think i’m dying. Wouldn’t we all?
Oh, time, the great healer which absolves sentient flaws.
All for the cause, of course, up ’til the charge too costly.
That’s a lot of pressure I’ll try to be softer.

He’s coughin' up a lung, youngin’s gnawin' on the thumb still.
When i was that age I was lucky to be a grunt,
Swillin’ whiskey. Not concerned about a Lunchable in the lunch pale,
Or the troll that ate the crumb trail. Both ways uphill.

I’ve gotten so distracted asking, “What am I
Supposed to do when my father pass?”
That I forgot to water his plants.
I often belabor my savior complex to death,
Forgetting my mother labored to give me breath. Sometimes I’m edgy.
Used to be all, “Hold me mommy. Breast feed me,”
And nowadays, I’m not convinced I'm grown up and less needy.
Still on my infantile, "I don't wanna go to bed until my
Eyes are bulging red.” So I overindulge instead.

I’m growing codependent on my imaginary friends.
They’re slowly putting it together that I’m out of my erratic head.
They’d rather me back inside instead, and I can’t deny it’s tempting.
But I’m out here trying to expand. Let me down gently when I land.

I’m predicting a, uh, violent atmosphere re-entry.
Let the sensationalists have a field day.
We both know this is gonna get messy.
Like, “I’m goin' down in history, memorialize me however you’d like,
Just remember to get the name and the measurements right, please."

You could never have too many pillows.
That’s a lie. Too much of anything could kill you.
You could never have too many windows.
Hold up, wait, everyone can see in though?
You could never have too strong a box spring.
‘Til you’re too content to get up in the morning.
You could never have too many pillows.

Ooh child, you don’t wanna get too wild, now. Do ya?
Don’t get too comfortable.
Loosen up but don’t forget that you’re vulnerable. Hey,

Ooh child, you don’t wanna get too wild, now. Do ya?
Don’t get too settled.
We recommend a break but don’t break your momentum. Hey,

You could never have too many pillows. Still though,
Let me down gentle.
Just let me down gentle.
You could never have too many pillows. Still though,
Let me down gentle.
Just let me down gentle.
Just let me down gentle.