My mind is of the imploding kind You'll see, my cloud is like a tree
It feels good, to be misunderstood If it didn't belong to me Then I'm not out of my tree Wouldn't you agree?
I don't mind people who stare at my kind Eyeliner is always a sure sign And I sure would
Feels good, to be misunderstood If it didn't belong to me Then I'm not out of my tree Wouldn't you agree? If its all the same with you I'll be on my way I have other things to do with my day If its all the same with you...