I'm up here in my bedroom I'm never coming out
I've got some rearranging that I've got to figure out
Maybe it's the computer, maybe it's the TV Maybe
Maybe Not I doubt it Maybe it's
I've lost communication between rational and doubt
Washed out the wave until it led me to the drought
Now I'm pissed and angry, just staring at the floor
I need a little more focus Come on, this is ridiculous
How something small has become so big
Come on, I can't consider this
I can't consider this is how it's gotta be
I'm counting on the music to get me through the day
I'm counting on the anti-histamine so I can breathe
I'm choking on opinion I'm coughing up conceit
Ha Ha Ha Just try to throw that back at me
Drove twice through the same hour
Flew right a day Still it's not enough for me