2. What Tomorrow’s For

Fantasy Grade Stink. This song was written during a very isolating and stagnant time of my life. (Every song on this album was) But it’s one of the few that’s focused on it. There’s a bowl of cereal on the floor Morning’s breakfast by evening’s doors I’m getting bored, i’m getting bored My alarm’s my body’s phone call It rings then says, your blood’s still warm But I don’t wanna know, anymore What is tomorrow for Who is tomorrow for, cause it can’t be me By my bedside my fan talks winds Imitating life and what could’ve been But now it’s not as cool, i’m getting bored Dream before sleep, wake repeat, wake to face the days, week to week, tiredly so I start to Wind moves the whole world, so can it move the girl that’ll be my world to me