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