Well oh my God   There’s like a dozen things wrong with this   Feel so lost even though I’m safe at home   I’ve got places to be but nowhere I need to go   It’s safe to say, the road less travelled leads to you      Your existence is a pinprick   On a paper continent   The patron saints all patronize me   Step off the map and float      Oh my God   I’ve got to dull my senses just to be out in public   Put too much faith in all you’ve ever known   It’s safe to say, the road less travelled leads back home      Your existence is a pinprick   On a paper continent   The patron saints all patronize me   Step off the map and float