Brandon Boyd

The boulevard is bustling
A vast and wrinkled muslin
Is all over my eyes
and I know I don't belong
There is a noise inside of me
That bustles asymmetrically
Oh how have I to balance
Those sounds into a song
It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
it takes courage and control
but you start by letting go
The city's an analogy
For things building inside of me
This chaos and this discourse
Still we move along