Marble. Spinning Around. On Hold. Zeneszám

Kicked out of my dream world,
into a talking gear
But I don't want to talk to you at all
I don't even want to hear
Just let me alone with my pillow and bed
Let me deal with my cluttered head
Come back and see me in maybe a year

Well if you have to know,
I think my mind's about to explode
So leave my phone on hold
If you're gonna have to help me,
at least come and be next to me
And clear your head with me


I'm not sure this is the way
I'm not sure what you'll say
I'm not sure what to think

Forced into conversations better off left undone,
'cause if we keep talking like we're talking,
we'll end up under the gun

It'd be better off left undone, I know,
'cause if we keep talking like we're talking,
we'll end up under the gun