Spinning around and around and around
Nothing I can do is making any sort of sound
I can't see the flowers when I'm laying underground
All the things you're saying blend into the background
Covering my ears to try to get rid of the noise
I want to scream loudly but I can't find my own voice
I don't feel like finding any of my other joys
Cause doing nothing's still a choice
Wrap a piece of plastic so it covers my whole thumb
Eye contact and my eyes are starting to feel numb
We were talking earlier and now you call me dumb?
You are saying to me that I am starting to hum
I don't feel like finding any of my other joys
Cause doing nothing's still a choice