My motivation stutters like a clutch
My heart, it works, but only for pumping blood
I watch the spider climbing up the wall
Bet he's got a family or a girl that he can call

People, they don't understand
My friends, they don't understand
I don't even understand me

I don't got a master plan
I'm just talking to the fan
As its blades are circlin' 'round me

All spun out in my room
Got one hell of a view
What a dream come true
In my room

I've been up watchin' the same bad TV shows
Wearin' the same old pair of dirty clothes
Think there's a stain down, deep inside my soul
Drown it all in bleach and try washin' it on cold

People, they don't understand
My friends, they don't understand
I don't even understand me

I don't got a master plan
I'm just snapping rubber bands
As the birds are circlin' 'round me

All spun out in my room
Got one hell of a view
What a dream come true
In my room

Nowhere else I'd rather be, it's true
In my room
So much left for me to see and do
In my room

All spun out in my room
Got one hell of a view
What a dream come true
In my room