The TVs blaring, the radio is turned up loud Maybe then Ill sleep well, maybe then Ill drown you out Dont want to think much I dont want to reminisce 'Cause love songs and poems have all lead, theyve all led me to this
Its dangerous to be sleeping alone Its way to cold to be at home
Ive locked up tightly I must say Ive had my doubts 'Cause they will kick and they will scream But theres no way theyre ever getting out They breathed fresh air once, a long time, a long time ago And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow?
Its dangerous, to be sleeping alone Its way to cold to be at home And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
What Im trying to say here is not worth Im just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme
Its dangerous to be sleeping alone Its way to cold to be at home And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
And even the toughest white boy Yes, even the baddest white boy