all day
staring at the ceiling making
friends with shadows on my wall
all night
i'm hearing voices telling me
that i should get some sleep
because tomorrow might be good
for something
hold on
i'm feeling like i'm headed for a
breakdown
i don't know why
i'm not crazy i'm just a little unwell
i know right now you can't tell
but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me
i'm not crazy i'm just a little impaired
i know right now you don't care
but soon enough you're gonna think of me
and how i used to be
see me
talking to myself in public
and dodging glances on the train
i know
i know they've all been talking 'bout me
i can hear them whisper
and it makes me think there must be something wrong
with me
out of all the hours thinking
somehow
i've lost my mind
[chorus]
talking in my sleep
pretty soon they'll come to get me
they'll be taking me away
