Fix This Nonpoint

[Verse 1]
It's all kind of a dream
A messed up dream in a messed up theme
In a messed up head
Passed out in bed
From too much to drink and not enough to eat
Food for thought. Processes
All the stresses of the world
On my shoulders, on my chest and
On my mind, and on my conscience

[Pre-Chorus 1]
There's a name for all of this
A shame in all of this
Done watchin' in disbelief
Done turnin' the other cheek
Doesn't seem right to me
But maybe this is how it's all supposed to be?

[Chorus 1]
You don't have to be below this
But you don't wanna make things right
(You don't really wanna fix this)
(You don't really wanna fix this)
You don't have to be alone on this
But you don't wanna make things right
(You don't really wanna fix this)
You don't really wanna fix this