i'm halting the mass production
of lonely feelings on my factory floor
i've divvied the sweetest memories
into separate piles by atlantic shores
I drank my way to the top
and then I smoked myself through the door
trying to reach you again
i'm the mountain that wanted more

too wasted to hear the sirens
the far out whinings of some fucked up kid
i'm a beacon for true conspiracy
up front heresy, i'm ok
but I could only be me
but my ways left less to adore
I did the best that I could
i'm the mountain that wanted more

at first I thought I was ocean
at first I thought I was trees
at first I thought I was engine
but something happened to me
I didn't end up a mansion
i'm not some oak heavy door
I couldn't live with a human
i'm the mountain that wanted more