Promised Land

You're taking up lots of space
 Your shit is everywhere
 Your breath is all up in my face
 Your hands are swarming in the air
 You're the first one out the car and then
 You're the loudest one in the bar
 Tell me, is there something wrong, girlfriend?
 What's with this new version of who you are?
 So she lifts her chin and squints at me
 To assess what I think I know
 She says, my heart has some dangerous neighborhoods
 So beware where you try to go
 They say that the truth will set you free
 But then so will a lie
 It depends if you're trying to get to the promised land
 Or you're just trying to get by
 What is a camera but a box of light?
 What is a guitar but a box of sound?
 You think I don't understand
 But I think I might
 What it is to harness the emptiness
 And just ride it around
 And maybe your chest is an empty shell
 With ribs of spiraling coral
 Where a perfect pearl of sadness resides
 But if you ever need an ear
 I could just come and press it here
 Listen to the sound of the ocean inside