Thoughts falls, company and dreams as Friends who only have you And other half pretends That I’m just I’m just a bad haircut Some fashion from last week No one really knows me at all But sometimes I like Living in my own world Disconnected and so naive
Perfectly out of key
I’m not allowed to be anyone else But me So I try to take apart my head from time to time And I’m not resolute So will I need help or I would ask you And I’d try to be polite And sometimes I like living in my own world Disconnected and so naive
I’m perfectly out of key
And sometimes I like living in my own world Disconnected and so naive
But the truth is I I hate the truth And I would rather live and die in fantasy
