Reality Is a Fever Dream

I think existence has been lately something like falling asleep on the train
On my way home I missed my stop again so I just keep running 'round in my brain

There should be residue
That's just what memories do
But they all feel sterile
In this white room
Maybe I don't mind
It's better this way
If I stay in here
I might be okay

La la la la la la la la la la
Mmmmhmm
Mmmmhmm



Credits
Writer(s): Nyah Sukhabut
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