TMvAS
I'm sitting in a dimly lit room
Thinking of all the places I should go
But deep down I know I'll never move
Cause my courage catches my mind too slow
I'm always late for what I want
So I'll enjoy this Sandler marathon
As I dream of leaving the country
Dream of Sydney
Am I living the dream?
Or am I caught in the trim machine?
Oh no, I can't go back to reality
All around the room, stained coffee mugs
On a floor soaked by alcohol
The shape of trees give me something to think about
As I'm staring at these walls
Oh what a way to spend a hundred odd days
I think of you and how we met
And as I sink back to where I lay
I think of life and death and how my life's not where I want yet
...Well shit
Am I living the dream?
Or am I caught in the trim machine?
Oh no, I can't go back to reality
I'm running low on self esteem
I find that I am always in between
Who I am and who I wanna be
Am I living the dream?
Or am I caught in the trim machine?
Oh no, I can't go back to reality
I'm running low on self esteem
I find that I am always in between
Who I am and who I wanna be
Am I living the dream?
(NO!)
No, I got caught in the trim machine
Oh no, I'm uninspired and decomposing
Thinking of all the places I should go
But deep down I know I'll never move
Cause my courage catches my mind too slow
I'm always late for what I want
So I'll enjoy this Sandler marathon
As I dream of leaving the country
Dream of Sydney
Am I living the dream?
Or am I caught in the trim machine?
Oh no, I can't go back to reality
All around the room, stained coffee mugs
On a floor soaked by alcohol
The shape of trees give me something to think about
As I'm staring at these walls
Oh what a way to spend a hundred odd days
I think of you and how we met
And as I sink back to where I lay
I think of life and death and how my life's not where I want yet
...Well shit
Am I living the dream?
Or am I caught in the trim machine?
Oh no, I can't go back to reality
I'm running low on self esteem
I find that I am always in between
Who I am and who I wanna be
Am I living the dream?
Or am I caught in the trim machine?
Oh no, I can't go back to reality
I'm running low on self esteem
I find that I am always in between
Who I am and who I wanna be
Am I living the dream?
(NO!)
No, I got caught in the trim machine
Oh no, I'm uninspired and decomposing
Credits
Writer(s): Seth Martin
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