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