Sitting Still

There lies a little boy
Sitting upright on his bed
And he's staring at the floor
While his father dreams of death
And he's choked up on his head
From his own sad search for gratification
Don't you know he won't find it
No he won't find it

So honey this is not the thing you thought it was
I thought we'd be in Hollywood in my own mind
No don't come crying to me as if I understand how you feel
I got nauseous from sitting still
I got nauseous from sitting still

But he knows which way to go
And he thinks he'll be just fine
Says he don't believe in ghosts
Yet he's scared of the things he finds
He can't understand how people don't believe the things they swear by

And he looks around his filthy room
He knows his empty closet's filled with toys and cigarette fumes

So darling I guess this is the thing you thought it was
We might not be in Hollywood at least not yet
So you can cry to me if all you need is just a body or a friend
Cause I get nauseous from sitting still
Cause I get nauseous from sitting still