I have it all figured out in my head
You have buried a hole in my chest

You have kept it all in your head instead
But I have made a mark outside of your hand
And I'll keep my eyes open
But I won't look out the window
Because I might see things I've read about
In a book in my room from then

I have what it takes and I will have the space
And I am packing a suitcase
And I am coming with you the the west coast
But it's not my home
But they know that I'm good at keeping things
In my chest in my chest