Rain, rain, go away. I’m on that second story Suburban raised sights set on up and coming glory Lower middle class with ambition and that college rule paper thin simplicity, me? I’m taking inventory I got a pocketful of quarters at an arcade I got a straight royal flush in a card game I get home at the end of a hard day and tend to write down what I cannot say Okay, I’m just an unassuming kid with a paper crown Self-made tree house high never coming down Trial/error handiwork, started out with nothing ‘cause the only way to build is from the ground Plywood walls on my castle? Lovely We can build a world made of nothing that is ugly Blue sky above me, the sun on a string as we overlook our neighborhood, second story kings Hold your head high, don’t listen to the critics Be yourself, and know that life can change within an instant So live within the moment, take a minute to listen The sounds of the city, a symphony, live in it The rhythm, as that rain hits the pavement Rinse the whole world; take a break from the hatred Set your sights on greatness, glory’s yours, take it Seattle is a city being built within a basement I’m just an unassuming kid with a paper crown Self-made tree house high never coming down Trial/error handiwork, started out with nothing ‘cause the only way to build is from the ground Plywood walls on my castle? Lovely We can build a world made of nothing that is ugly Blue sky above me, the sun on a string as we overlook our neighborhood, second story kings

I feel good, I feel good Looking ground floor like right there is where I stood Now I’m on my way upward, I never thought I could From a seventh grade misfit, so misunderstood I feel good, it’s all coming up roses Sights set on marquees and photo shoot poses Fortune and fame are elusive, don’t I know it But progress only comes with a promise to keep going I’m livin’ small scale, small town existence Big fish, in a little pond, misfit, Blink and you’ll miss it, I got big plans If my plans look small, it’s because they’re at a distance I know I will get there, I have to get there But I will not arrive if I’m content to just sit there Feet up in a big chair, throne, not a lazy boy Straight to the top to look down like I been there Alright, I’m still there, don’t dwell on the present Reality can kill you, all you gotta do is let it But I will never let it. Statistics? Forget it I will take my chances as I pen ev’ry sentence Did I mention, that I’m starin’ at the heavens and success is at the top, elevator ascension is my method, Gas tank only as full as you fill it And I will go hard ‘til I die, Bruce Willis I feel good, I feel good Looking ground floor like right there is where I stood Now I’m on my way upward, I never thought I could From a seventh grade misfit, so misunderstood I feel good, it’s all coming up roses Sights set on marquees and photo shoot poses Fortune and fame are elusive, don’t I know it But progress only comes with a promise to keep going You don’t know me, let’s get acquainted Neon lit up “No”, never leave a stage vacant No vacancy on pages where my pencil catches pavement Traction, momentum, won’t stop ‘til we’re famous Convinced we can make it, that’s my generation We are the kids living life in our basements We are the kids with this music fixation Focused on the top, won’t stop ‘til we’re the greatest Don’t waste it, and don’t get lost along the way No mistake I keep my head up in the clouds, like ev’ryday The only place I ever breathe deep, like all the way Is in my headspace, creativity cliché Okay, let’s start slow, just look where we’re at On the cusp of true greatness, let’s never look back This is our time now, don’t live too fast We live life ev’ryday but know the nights won’t last, nah I feel good, I feel good Looking ground floor like right there is where I stood Now I’m on my way upward, I never thought I could From a seventh grade misfit, so misunderstood I feel good, it’s all coming up roses Sights set on marquees and photo shoot poses Fortune and fame are elusive, don’t I know it But progress only comes with a promise to keep going Maaaan, I feel good, I feel good I feel good, I feel good It’s all coming up roses Sights set on marquees and photo shoot poses Fortune and fame are elusive, don’t I know it But progress only comes with a promise to keep going

I’m pullin’ pictures off the walls in the hallway Forgettin’ faces when I’m famous, what they all say Yeah, I’m wasting time in sets of 24, I haven’t done a single thing yet, all day The couch and I have been gettin’ better acquainted since I quit my mall job to find work off of craigslist The days I have wasted, sayin’ that I’ll make it livin’ with my parents, but we don’t have a basement So I’m watching life pass from that second story keepin’ fingers crossed that I’ll stumble on that fortune, glory and fame, but that voice in my head says otherwise, says no one will ever know your name, nah You’re just a kid, kid. You’re hard to live with Your parents put you moving out on top of their wish list I’m sure I’ll miss this unemployed free time Don’t know where to turn like I’m blind to the street signs So I spend my days on projects, it feels like All I really wanna do is write and rewrite It feels right, and I find it so fulfilling Use this opportunity, ‘cause time is unforgiving And I hear people say that doesn’t make sense It’s not worth doing, does it earn you a paycheck? It’s not worth doing ‘til it helps you to pay rent But I can’t start running ‘til I take steps I can’t start running ‘til I take steps I can’t start running ‘til I take steps It’s worth doing, I don’t care about the paycheck I can’t start running ‘til I take steps, yes. Lately, I’ve been busy waiting, Wishing that the scenery in time would start changing Deflating motivation laziness overtakes me Staring at that page an’ hating ev’rything I’m making Ambition comes in waves, so I welcome the tide Addiction to the page, I cannot set aside I do it for the joy it bring, not the dollar signs and decimals Don’t care about the green like little kids and vegetables Let me see those hands go to the ceiling Wish words could explain the sensation I’m feeling and when that curtain falls, I can hear myself breathing Music is medicine when a soul needs healing When a soul needs healing When a soul needs healing and when that curtain falls, I can hear myself breathing music is medicine when a soul needs healing