"Paisley" lyrics

Could I beg of myself the blame maybe a little more
Stretch to my neck
And I could see above it all
Days go so slow
I'm finding time with no devotion

We prance around unfavorably
We're the cure for
The bored and lonely
If not for you
There's no glory
In a stargazing battles
Of the bored and lonely

Feel this night
And ending
An entrance in sight
I know how to feel two circuits