I’ve got a Thought Room It’s a space to think The walls are paper Scribbled in ink Oh, the critical assessments I give myself Are hoarded in books upon my shelves
I’ve got a Thought Room It’s where I sleep While I worry My hopes will never be more than dreams Oh, when I wake I’m thrown back into a reality I cannot shake
Within the comfort of my home I think myself to death Within the comfort of my home I’m buried underneath the floorboards
My mind, my mind, my mind’s a little bit mean It corners me into this dark belief that I won’t ever be of sufficiency My mind, my mind, my mind makes me a little bit uneasy I’m locked in my head, trapped in my Thought Room, and I don’t have the key
I fear, I fear my place in life I am, aware enough to know the stakes are Hi, pleasure to meet you I was once known as capable
Sometimes, I get a little bit sensitive To the criticism that I tell myself And I’m not soft I’ve just learned to care more
I know you You look like me You walk around with your face down at your feet Own a Thought Room yourself, but you can’t seem to really get the help you need When the space inside your head gets filled with these ideas that could knock you dead You’ve got a big brain I see, but that’s how we question ourselves through rationality
Is it ever all worth it? Am I ever gonna make it? Will I ever be bigger than I was and happier than I am? Oh, I won't ever take it / Oh, I won’t ever settle for this (x2)
I’ve got a Thought Room It’s a space to think The walls are paper Scribbled in ink Within the comfort of my home I think myself to death
I’ve got a Thought Room It’s where I sleep While I worry My hopes will never be more than dreams Within the comfort of my home I think myself to death
My mind, my mind, my mind’s a little bit mean It corners me into this dark belief that I won’t ever be of sufficiency My mind, my mind, my mind makes me a little bit uneasy I’m locked in my head, trapped in my Thought Room, and I don’t have the key (x2)