here it comes again
black coffee cigarettes and faith
and the paper came too late
hung out and dried again
an unshaven boy who's out of place
it's always inside of your head
i'm watching the world around me change
yes it's always inside of your head
when i'd rather stay the same
there's really nothing i would rather do
then sit on the edge of the world
just a boy without a clue
and lay my feet on the earth
my hands upon the moon
and i'll stay like this forever
if i choose
calling god again
message says he won't be home till late
it seems he always makes me wait
curled up and numb to pain
i don't wanna go through that again
it's always inside of your head
i'm watching the world around me change
yes it's always inside of your head
when i'd rather stay the same
there's really nothing i would rather do
then sit on the edge of the world
just a boy without a clue
and lay my feet on the earth
my hands upon the moon
and i'll stay like this forever
if i choose
