The world falls down as I sit around In a room, with headphones on Between shelter sheets And repeating beats And just the headphones on
Singing
And I'm feeling like a maniac for thinking that I could be Any of the things that I should be The world turns without me And I'm feeling like a maniac for acting like this would be Any of the the things that it could be If I wasn't only dreaming
Dreaming of you
The world falls down as I sit around In a room that's filled with shame As the space grows small In-between those walls I turn on your song again
Humming
And I'm feeling like a maniac for thinking that I could be Any of the things that I should be The world turns without me And I'm feeling like a maniac for acting like this would be Any of the the things that it could be If I wasn't only dreaming