It's dark out and everything's distorted
Like the sounds out in the street and your face is contorted
And I'm starting to feel scared
Is this real or am I having a nightmare?
I need some rest
From the thoughts, they just won't budge
Maybe I'm just thinking too much
I need some rest
From the thoughts, they just won't budge
Maybe I'm just thinking too much
I wish you would stop spinning
And spitting out a bunch of shit
And I wind myself up
And know that I'm not tough
Now the wind is screaming
My ears are ringing
Maybe I'm, maybe I'm, maybe I'm just thinking too much
I need some rest
From the thoughts, they just won't budge
Maybe I'm just thinking too much
I need some rest
From the thoughts, they just won't budge
Maybe I'm just thinking too much
