Traveling through the wrong side of the week
I tried to find a place somewhere in between
But I wasted time in a room with all my needs
And craved like a beast whos after things
So much here to call my own
So much more, claim me as their own
I think you are right, we are the weak ones
We're always here waiting for someone
Trying to write it down before it's gone
Inside a book although it comes out wrong
So much here to call my own
So much more, claim me as their own
So much here to call my own
So much more, claim me as their own