Port Moresby: Unwell

domingo, novembro 21, 2004

Unwell

All day
staring at the ceiling making
friends with shadows on my wall
all night
hearing voices telling me
that I should get some sleep
because tomorrow might be good
for something

Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
breakdown
and I don't know why

I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell
I know right know you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
but soon enough you're gonna think of me
and how I used to be

See me
talking to myself in public
and dodging glances on the rain
I know
I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
and it makes me think there must be something wrong
with me

out of all the hours thinking
somehow
I've lost my mind

I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
but soon enough you're gonna think of me
and how I used to be

I've been talking in my sleep
pretty soon they'll come to get me
they'll be taking me away

By Rob Thomas, Matchbox 20