All my love exists to make me alone
It's like some kind of violence and it's killing me slowly
All my memories reflect in the void
They've got nothing to do, just sitting on the sofa
Henry Charles Bukowski was drinking too much
when he sits down to write he uses his typewriter
I never met him but I think I can be his friend
There's a movie in my head 'bout my life
And I've edited out all the parts that I don't like
When I walk I look up through
A window where somebody lives
There's a bar I used to go to
Hope it's the same
Shoulders with that small tattoo
Water that I bought for you
The bench that we'd sit at and smoke
Misty things are all around me
Misty dreams are all around me
My father Scott told me he thought he would die before 30
and one day he woke up and he was 60
I only see him once in a year
Oh I guess I have to change how I live
But I don't wanna accept it
Don't wanna accept it
Right next to the bakery
In the middle of the hill road's my home
I can see when the sun comes up through my room
The glasses that you'd wear at home
Your favorite box of cereal
I see your keys on the floor
Misty things are all around me
Tokyo's a place that's just like you and me
Misty dreams are all around me
Misty things are all around me
