Kicked out of my dream world,   into a talking gear   But I don't want to talk to you at all   I don't even want to hear   Just let me alone with my pillow and bed   Let me deal with my cluttered head   Come back and see me in maybe a year      Well if you have to know,   I think my mind's about to explode   So leave my phone on hold   If you're gonna have to help me,   at least come and be next to me   And clear your head with me      I'm not sure this is the way   I'm not sure what you'll say   I'm not sure what to think      Forced into conversations better off left undone,   'cause if we keep talking like we're talking,   we'll end up under the gun      It'd be better off left undone, I know,   'cause if we keep talking like we're talking,   we'll end up under the gun