Dream of the Room with Too Many Doors
I'm sick of knowing what I came from
I'm sick of all this fear
Of everything I could've been
It warps me
It turns me into a haunted object
Screaming for something
Thirty by thirty room of wood and glass
This is my home, I'm kept here
In pieces across the floor
Configurations
Flashing on the display
I see them
A million times a day
This is how I will spend my life
Caught in alternate selves
The pale light
This is how I will spend my days
Caught somewhere far away
I can feel it
I can
It always comes back
Deep in the pit of my stomach
It feels like
It
It feels like
I'm sick of knowing what I came from
I'm sick of all this fear
Of what I could've been
It warps me, it turns me into
A haunted object
Screaming for this aching indecision
To leave me alone
I couldn't tell you when it started
I can barely explain
It feels like someone else
Inside my brain (brain)
Get me out
They can have it, I don't care
I'll find a better place
And stay there
This is how it ends
This is how it's always been
I can't remember, I don't know what i mean
Reduce me
I want to be somewhere else
Something else
Anything else
