The birds are singing but it's still dark
Moving my pillow for the cold hearth
I dreamed that I was at the crossroads
Painting over the signs again
Pulling myself out of the futon
I get my hoodie and my shoes on, yeah
Treading water 'til the phone goes
Running over my lines again
But they're turning inside out
And it's bringing me down, cause
I never say what I wanna say
I'm just a puppet in my own play
I dont understand why you dont understand that I need to be heard
And im gonna find the right words
A couple argue on the high street
She wants clothes, he wants a TV
Everyone is standing at the crossroads
Painting over the signs again
Pulling myself out of my headspace
I realize im in the same place, yeah
Treading water 'til the phone goes
Running over my lines again
Moving my pillow for the cold hearth
I dreamed that I was at the crossroads
Painting over the signs again
Pulling myself out of the futon
I get my hoodie and my shoes on, yeah
Treading water 'til the phone goes
Running over my lines again
But they're turning inside out
And it's bringing me down, cause
I never say what I wanna say
I'm just a puppet in my own play
I dont understand why you dont understand that I need to be heard
And im gonna find the right words
A couple argue on the high street
She wants clothes, he wants a TV
Everyone is standing at the crossroads
Painting over the signs again
Pulling myself out of my headspace
I realize im in the same place, yeah
Treading water 'til the phone goes
Running over my lines again
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