Things Staring blankly at the white ceiling Bumping to the music Something I consider healing That's why I choose it I don't just listen to the beat I listen to the lyrics Because the lyrics run deep You really have to hear it Now drawing is another escape There's no one their judging I can go to the world that's considered fake While I'm being chased by these shadows, still running Lastly there's this The writing we so admire There's always a trick To igniting the fire For all of these things To help the world spin These things having never been created We could have called it sin But thankfully there here And however you may see it Sometimes it brings a single tear That's why I do them when I sit I like to relax With these many things As the world problems clash Giving off an awful ring