Uh
Sometimes I think of alternate universes
I feel like Sheldon saying goodbye to his dad
How could I have been better for myself
But it's nonsense
I told myself not to bicker on the past now
Maybe some, uh
Star Trek involved or maybe some, uh
More sincere and genuine comments were made that day
I wish, I wish
Maybe some more acknowledgement
Or love was exchanged that afternoon
Oh man, I wish, I wish
You see, the advice I tell other people
Is usually the rules I don't follow
It's a complicated matter
But I try to fight myself sometimes
Lookin' in the mirror was my most daunting match of all
How could I beat this scrawny bitch into the ground?
Gotta chain them, and drive them over to the f***ing pound
Been days, disease has been aching
Way too many to count
Makes me miss the day I bought the orange wedding gown
Things are fuzzy after that trip into the vacant town
Uh
Sometimes I think of alternate universes
I feel like Sheldon saying goodbye to his dad
New experience is made out of thin air
Seemingly, you convince yourself that's how it went
Mhm mhm
Pinch me this can't be real
But it's more real than what you're feelin' at the moment
I dread, I dread
Pinch me this can't be happening
Why me, oh, why me
I dread, I dread, huh
My mind can't leave it alone
It taunts me and picks fun at me, make it stop
It's mental warfare up there with a stagnant defense
At least try and fight, please
Indescribable feelings persist, they don't give up
My mind was given the wrong ammunition
It shoots me in the foot
Except it's not a jolt of pain, it's an achy one
It hurts even more and it won't go away
The past carries weight on you
Mm
Uh
Always I think of alternate universes
I feel like Sheldon saying goodbye to his dad
It happens often, I don't know why I lied about that
Must be a habit of some sort
Habits are real suspects of warfare
But I don't wanna pin it
'Cause what if I'm wrong?
Then the whole class lookin' at me
I remember my first memory was something being taken from me
It's felt that way ever since
And it doesn't want to leave
Doesn't even pay the rent and now I'm paying for shit
Look how old I am
I feel depressed sometimes
It feels unjustified
Look how I have it made
I hate how I feel
Back to the story, the passage, the novel
Back to the times where I felt like a child
Back to when my crib was taken
Why do I remember?
The terror, the horror, reeks inside
It's my original sin, I can confide
I wanna go back inside
It's safety it provides; it's scary out there
Her place, Salina, it provided the care
Who cared about the quality of air
I was home
Who cares about the bad memories
I feel the good ones
Screw them
I was home
Huh?
Uh
Always I think of alternate universes
I feel like Sheldon saying goodbye to his
Always I think of
I feel like
Saying goodbye to his