Like i'm seventeen and the world turns hostile around me
i keep my distance but somehow i slip into their arms
and the well kept secret
handing out compliments and stupid opinions
i loose myself
Figuring out how long i have pretended that i live here
inside the private lives and ugly suicides
i would never bother among commercial signs and common sense
maybe deeper i can't relate to the facts and i'm unable to act surprised
it's too familiar
Safe and sound inside of trouble deep feeling clever
there's not a thing that could wake me
you see like anyone of you people
will be back here again to wake me when it's over