| Between the streetlight being brighter than the half moon | 
| I can’t help but lay awake in my bedroom | 
| The calm water should inspire my weary eyes | 
| But this boy is running wild in overdrive | 
| The hushed street is booming louder than my heartbeat | 
| The sunrise reverberates, I will never sleep | 
| The calm water should inspire my weary eyes | 
| But this boy is running wild in overdrive | 
| Roll around, hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind | 
| Cruel world, can’t change a thing, crying at the television | 
| Falling thru door after door into another room | 
| Break down in a dreamless mood | 
| The calm water echoes back in my weary eyes | 
| But this boy is holding on to his thoughtful mind | 
| Roll around hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind | 
| Cruel world can’t change a thing, crying at the television | 
| Roll around hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind | 
| Cruel world can’t change a thing | 
| Concrete breaks apart by my thumping heavy heart | 
| Go on, go in, fall asleep | 
| The calm water pulls me down with my weary eyes | 
| So this boy can get lost his thoughtful mind | 
| Wonderful peace in the air | 
| Cruel world you are alone | 
| Don’t say that you aren’t | 
| A little bitter | 
| A little confident, you loose | 
| You are, falling out, the high window | 
| Roll around, hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind | 
| Cruel world, can’t change a thing, crying at the television | 
| Roll around, hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind | 
| Cruel world, can’t change a thing |