Find my thoughts on pavements home
I'm still scared of things, maybe it’s not the dark
Sometimes it's the days and the minutes
Spent on my fingers counting the things I could have done
To make the change
I like to believe I'm strange
Wading through this place
I’m every other face
I am the same
I'm not strange, I'm a bore to everyone I've ever met
I'm not strange, I'm a bore to everyone I've ever met