| I’m a good friend and an excellent lover
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| I can fool myself just like no other person can
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| I’m turning into a twisted man
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| I haven’t got any time for selfless deeds
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| What I do for you is indirectly for me
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| I’m a stubborn boy, there’s nothing here that you can break or destroy
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| Then as I count sheep in my bed
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| A train of worry pulls us through my head
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| Last night I dreamt I died alone
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| Through all my talk of self-defeat
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| A fearful bomb ticks underneath
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| Last night I dreamt I died alone
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| From now I’ll curb the cynical speaking
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| It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
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| Someone once said I don’t have any feelings
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| Well I think that emotions can be misleading
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| And thinking back
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| I might have nailed the coffin shut with that
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| As I tend to cry in a room full of laughter
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| Is the cheese finally sliding off of it’s cracker?
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| I don’t know I’ll just prepare myself to let it go
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| As I count sheep in my bed
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| A train of worry pull through my head
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| Last night I dreamt I died alone
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| Through all my talk of self-defeat
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| A fearful bomb ticks underneath
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| Last night I dreamt I died alone
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| From now I’ll curb the cynical speaking
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| It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
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| It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
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| It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
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| Last night I dreamt I died alone
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| And apart from when I lost my virginity I’ve never been know to frighten easily |