You call it a microscope I call it a mirror You call it a microphone I call it a speaker I feel safe everywhere Except for the places that matter Because my evil clones spell danger And I have to answer for it My friends lived underground for a year and it made them insane They swore they'd never do it again But I have gone to sleep in my basement this week It's a chore to leave It's a chore, it's a chore, it's a chore to leave What I would give to feel like I belonged up here What I would give to feel like I belonged up here Oh, the agony when he looks at me, I never feel at home We all know a John Doe And I miss the ocean It is oneness It swallows up everything And goes one way Even on bad days, It keeps flowing I wanna end where the water does