I can feel the walls shrinking in on me and the ceiling Crumbling into my bedsheets where I feel at home And I can feel the walls shaking and I can hear myself breathing Crumbling into myself, where I feel at home And it's time to make that lemon tea with the white grapejuice and ginger And it's time to figure out if you're really sad when you're alone Because you really only have yourself, and you can't expect anyone else To put the tea water on and keep an eye on it for you The way that I do, the way that I do