36 and a dead end job, me and Mrs Bob

A couple kids and somethings i regret

18 and in search of life, with no stereotypes

To keep my dreams alive



Sleeping in my bedroom, trying not to dream

But everything i think about always turns out clean

And everything was thought through and now i can't believe

That everything i hated is now becoming me



Tell me if a catch a cloud 'cause i'm not allowed

To reach too high or i might miss the ground

Flying with the borrowed wings and of all these things

Tell me how long will i last



Sleeping in my bedroom, trying not to dream

But everything i think about always turns out clean

And everything was thought through and now i can't believe

That everything i hated is now becoming me



I feel free going down