In my sleep I'm walking down these narrow halls again Grab onto the walls when I feel myself stumbling I'm not a prophet by any means but I think I know my flaws and where to come clean Just the truth is I much rather be alone Am I talking to myself again? I had the world in the palm of my hands Singing oh In my sleep I'm fighting off the demons in my head Don't know what to do, every night they keep coming back again So I forget the world I know by all means Pretend to be content and never come clean Cause the truth is, I'm better off alone Am I talking to myself again? I had the world in the palm of my hands Singing oh So keep on talking and talking to me