Everything is happening at a snail\'s pace
It\'s making me mad for a life I\'ve never lead
Each car drives past and my burning desire grows
Like the silence has ballooned into a garden
Where I dream about freedom
Feeling like I\'m a ship at harbor
The gate has been opened
Like a can of worms
We share the same symptoms
We share the same dreams
A sticky fluid is seeping
I don\'t know what it means
I can\'t get off the roundabout
I\'ve always got things to refine
Wooden things, new trimmings
One of a kind things
It\'s my Achilles heel
A resplendent flaw on show
I\'ve tried for forever to turn it around
But I die with each new spring tide
I get wild on hot nights
I submit to the vice
I don\'t speak lies, I can\'t
But each new day I\'m less coherent
I enjoy my morning bowl of cereal
Then I go to work
I repeat this, seven days a week
I sleep, I eat, I get high, I masturbate
I feel like shit most days
I\'m either too tired or too awake
Locked in my brain, isolated
Dreaming about things that would never happen
Dreaming about things that could never happen
Forbidden dreams, sweet dreams
The best dreams
I find it amusing I\'m frivolous
Coping as best as I can
I\'ve been in better conditions
Seen brighter suns and skies
This is the last time I\'m crying
Yeah, it feels good.