Everyone says it's all in my head

The chattering freak that bores me to sleep from beneath the floor

It's nothing more

And I'd have to resign

It's just noise in my mind

Everyone agrees I should really be pleased

Couplets in the mind are creatively perfect for rhyme

I'd of course agree

They've yet to imply

That I'm losing my mind

I'm in my own world

You're outside

It feels so imperfect

I wonder why

Your world

Isn't mine

It feels so peculiar

To be alive

Everyone thinks it quirky and sweet

An image I'll compare when sedated and tied to a chair

I'll get the finest care

But I'd have to concede

That it's more than I need right now

I'm in my own world

You're outside

It feels so imperfect

I wonder why

Your world

Isn't mine

It feels so peculiar

To be alive

And I'd have to confess

That I'm not at my best

Right now

I'm in my own world

You're outside

It feels so imperfect

I wonder why

Your world

Isn't mine

It feels so peculiar

To be alive