When I'm sitting on the bed
You're probably wondering why I'm dead
And why I'm always, always lonely
And what I need to be okay
With my self
With my self
With my self
And everybody
Else
When I'm driving in the car
I try and tune out what I want
And listen to my favorite songs
It almost feels like nothing is wrong
With my self
With my self
With my self
And everybody else