All the could bes buzzin' 'round
My mind a thousand tiny
Hate those times when the mirror's not my friend
When everything
Rubbing salt in my wounds
Like it don't hurt, like it
I've been livin in a room without windows
Away from the
Day dreamin' at a bus stop
Zonin' out when it hit
I like to think I know how to look out
I'm in like with you
Not in love with you quite