Inside this quiet mind
A tempest is in hiding
Building giant waves
Looking for a shore break
One day it will break free
And it it will be a mess
The damage will be done
Sooner or later

Inside this cold house
A cold bed is burning
Giant spider webs
From which I can't escape
And you're still the star of
My dreams and nightmares
It makes me wonder
Why I don't matter

I may be bad, I may be mad
I may be dumb, I may be sad
I may be a drunk, I may be a drag
But I've got a good heart and this I know

Inside this cold mind
Not much is quite sane now
It's painful and obvious
That I am envious
Of other life forms
Idling around me
It makes me wonder
Why I don't matter

I might sing about this
I might sing about that
Deep down I don't care much
I feel so useless
My dreams might be tiny
It still hurts when they're broken
It makes me wonder
Why I don't matter

I may be bad, I may be mad
I may be dumb, I may be sad
I may be a drunk, I may be a drag
But I've got a good heart and this I know

My dreams might be tiny
It still hurts when they're broken
It makes me wonder
Why I don't matter

I may be bad, I may be mad
I may be dumb, I may be sad
I may be a drunk, I may be a drag
But I've got a good heart and this I know