There's a space in my mind's big bookshelves holds the place of an idiot's dream

For the songs I'll never sing humming sweet summer guitar melodies

And I cry for them, for the girls and the boys I'll never meet

Boo-hoo

And I try to bleed and the hairs on my arms stand up with me

Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo

This reverie

Happens to be

Steeped misery

Don't sing this one with me

Tell the night I'm not sleeping

I'll be tired when I'm dead

Get me up, roll me over

I'm feeling upset

I start feeling the sunlight

On my legs, on my face

Get me up, roll me over

I'm feeling okay

There's a place in my mind's bookshelf for the song I'll never sing

It goes "ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh"

And I try not to bleed and the hairs on my arm stand up with me

Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo

This reverie

Happens to be

Steeped misery

Don't sing this one with me

Tell the night I'm not sleeping

Say I'll be tired when I'm dead

Get me up, roll me over

I'm feeling upset

I start feeling the sunlight

On my legs, on my face

Get me up, roll me over

I'm feeling okay

There's a space in my mind's bookshelf for the song I never sing

It goes "ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh"

It cut my vocal chords with a razor blade while I tried to scream, hee, to you, to you

Oh, I can feel it on the inside makes me itch and twitch through and through

Double barrel shotgun through my chest this afternoon

For you and you and you and you and you

There's a space in my mind's big bookshelves, holds the place of an idiot's dream