Come complaining to me
Say I don't feel this week
Feel meaningless but least
We can stay here till we sleep
Lost figuring it out
I miss being a kid
All of it, my years feel arid
Why now? Dreams so lucid
Cos God, your bruise now livid
Heed something else is free
Seems it's nothing I could need
Feel meaningless but least
I'll be leaving here
I hate, I hate when I can't speak
Lost, can't figure it out
I miss being a kid
All of it, my years feel arid
Why now? Dreams so lucid
Cos God, your bruise now livid