In line
Waiting for my independent mind
Sometime
I'll stop disappointing you all the time
All the time
I'm trying to leave my room
Overconscious, undergroomed
But I've got too much to prove
Without a clue
And he's not at home
It's like a horror film
That music creeping in
This one disturbing in
Video what I do when he's not at home
What do I do when he's not at home
In line
Waiting for my independent mind
Sometime
I'll stop disappointing you all the time
All the time
The same conversation we have again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
My eyes try to find distractions any kind
Swear this will be the last time
I need a clue
And he's not at home
What do I feel
And he's not at home.
The same conversation we have again, again and again, Again
Again, again, again and again, again
Again
The same conversation we have again, again and again, again
Again again, again and again, again
Again
I'll stop disappointing you all the time
We have again, again and again