[Verse 1] There’s a canvas leaning sideways in the corner of my room, Three colors on the brush, but I’m not sure what they’re supposed to do. I told myself, “Tomorrow,” now tomorrow’s got a friend, And they keep knocking at the door like they know I won’t let them in. I got twenty little fires and I’m feeding every one, Start a book, forget the ending, chase the shadow of the sun. Everybody wants an answer, wants a reason, wants a name, But I’m still trying to remember why I walked into this place. [Pre-Chorus] My head goes left, My feet go right, I’m losing track But I’m still alive. [Chorus] No straight lines inside my head, Every road goes somewhere else instead. I lose the thread, then I find three, Maybe that’s just how I’m meant to be. No straight lines, but I’m getting by, Chasing every thought that catches my eye. I may not know where this road leads, But I like the way my mind makes me. [Verse 2] I started cleaning up my bedroom, found a book beneath my bed, Opened up a chapter about sailors who were dead. Now I’m three hours underwater in a ship that never sank, And there’s laundry on the floor, but I forgot what laundry’s for. My phone keeps throwing punches, buzzing holes into the quiet, Everybody needs an answer, everybody wants me by it. I put it face-down on the table, let the whole damn world go blue, There’s a little patch of sunlight and I think I’ll stay there too. [Pre-Chorus] My head goes left, My feet go right, I lose the thread, Then I find the line. [Chorus] No straight lines inside my head, Every road goes somewhere else instead. I lose the thread, then I find three, Maybe that’s just how I’m meant to be. No straight lines, but I’m getting by, Chasing every thought that catches my eye. I may not know where this road leads, But I like the way my mind makes me. [Bridge] Maybe I’m a room with every light turned on, Maybe I’m the radio playing after everyone’s gone. Maybe I start too much, Maybe I stop too soon, Maybe I need the chaos Just to make it through the room. You can give it a word, You can underline the page, You can build me a little box And call it something safe. But I’ve spent too long Trying to fit inside the frame. If this is how my colors move, I’m not ashamed. [Breakdown] Left foot. Right foot. Where’d I put my keys? New thought. Old thought. Which one followed me? I don't need every answer Just to know that I’m still here. If my head gets loud sometimes, I’ll turn it down enough to hear. [Final Chorus] No straight lines inside my head, Every road goes somewhere else instead. I lose the thread, then I find three, Maybe that’s just how I’m meant to be. No straight lines, so let 'em bend, I don't need to know where they end. If I get lost, I'll find my way, There's more than one road through every day. [Outro] No straight lines... No straight lines... Leave a little room around me. Let me figure out what I’ll be. No straight lines... No straight lines... I'm still here. I'm still me.
