Everywhere I've gone
Has been
The same place in the end:
Reflections of my head
In a shallow pond
I'm sinking in.
You'll only miss your friends
Or maybe just your bed.
As if my problem's geographical
And my brain's not the suitcase I'll stuff full
Of all the heavy memories
Of how I made my enemies
And drag behind me to a mirror town
Although those wicked feelings weigh me down
As I still try to run away
From what will always run the game.
Everywhere I've gone
Has been
The same place in the end:
Reflections of my head
In a shallow pond
I'm sinking in.
You'll only miss your friends
Or maybe just your bed.