Ain't it strange I must find a way
To convince you to convince myself
I can have the same conversations with my friends
They don't seem concerned
I see you constantly try
To continue to connect our lives
You conjure up my world
And construct it in a different light
What if my walls turns grey
What if it falls, this masquerade
What will be my contents?
What if I change my shape
What if it's a whole charade
What will be the consequence?
Ain't it strange I must find a way
To console you
To console myself
I need a contact to confide in
Now I'm slowly feeling more content
You can be so condescending
But I tell my friends you're misconstrued
Though my confidence it grows
You keep me too well contained
What if these walls turns grey
What if it falls, this masquerade
What will be my contents?
What if I change my shape
What if it's a whole charade
What will be the consequence?
What will be the consequence?
Hum dum bim baa do
Hum dum bim baa do
Hum dum bim baa do di
Hum dum dim baa do
Hum dum dim baa do
Hum dum dim baa do di
What if I concede right now?
What if it's contagious doubt?
What if it's the concept?
What if I finally consign?
What if my contrast dies?
What if it's convention?
What if I concentrate?
What if I confess mistakes?
Would you miss the conflict?
What if my need for tight control
Leads me to contrived results
What if it's subconscious?
Am I too self-conscious?