I'm walking to the room
with my mind full of thoughts
The room is dark and
the floor is full of socks
I make room my bed
with fire in my head
The full package of cigarettes
and coffee on my bed
Cigarettes
My thoughts are on the highway
Yeah, I'm flying???
It's really hard to be alone
just stand and look at me
Deep inside your head
you're still a kid, she said
Yees, I think I am a lonely, lonely man
