Sunday, April 19, 2009

Unwell

Unwell
Matchbox Twenty

All day, staring at the ceiling

Making friends with shadows on my wall

All night, hearing voices

Telling me that I should get some sleep

Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on, feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown

And I don't know why



[chorus]

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know, right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know, right now you don't care

But soon enough, you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be



Me, talking to myself in public

Dodging glances on the train

And I know, I know they've all been talking about me

I can hear them whisper

And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me

Out of all the hours thinking

Somehow I've lost my mind



[chorus]

I've been talking in my sleep

Pretty soon they'll come to get me

Yeah, they're taking me away



[chorus]

How I used to be

How I used to be

I'm just a little unwell

How I used to be

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