Second Floor East - Screeching Weasel

She falls asleep the same way every nightshe dreams of new worlds in the TV

light she’s lonely she’s tired she’s lonely she’s crying it makes her feel

like something is going on it makes her feel like people are around to tell

her she’s alright to keep out the ngiht she wonders why she feels this way

she wonders if she’ll ever be okay there’s nothing she can laugh about no anthem for a new tomorrow cut off a long time ago now no one wnats to hear

about it she thinks about how everybody smiles but no one ever seems to have the time to ever stop and try to think to ever crack a little bit she

knows that someday things are gonna change things will get a little better

but it just seems like everyday it slips a little more and fades it should

feel good to be alive the world keeps dropping back but she’s still trying

she leaves the TV on at night so she won’t have to keep on crawling inside

herself