| Out of My Skull |
|---|
| And I know that we can keep a secret |
| But it’s hard to hide the black cloud |
| Above our heads because it’s |
| Making us nauseous |
| This sickness won’t ever leave us |
| However much I wish it could |
| Because night upon night of driving is wearing us down |
| And I’m claustrophobic, I’m barely breathing |
| I swear, I promise, everything will be fine |
| I’m spinning, it’s all spilling out of my skull |
