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 circling 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 watching the same bad TV shows Wearing the same old pair of dirty clothes Think there's a stain down deep inside my soul Drown it all in bleach and try washing 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 circling 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