Well I guess

I still have my consciousness

Left inside my head, it keeps me awake

All these songs that make me cry

I still try to sing them alone at night

But I hate who I’ve become

All these knots have come undone

I found my home

Deep inside your soul

It was the blackest form

At least it keeps me warm

All these songs that I still write

I still try to give them some sort of life

But I hate who I’ve become

All these knots have come undone

But I hate who I’ve become

All these knots have come undone

I’m so bored inside my head (I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping)

I’m so bored inside my head (I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping)

I’m so bored inside my head (I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping)

I’m so bored inside my head (I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping)

I’m sleeping, in my head I’m never going home

At least that’s what I’m told

You called it, I’ve got a fear that’s overwhelming

You called it, I’ve got a fear that’s overwhelming and I want you to know