Fell asleep in a theatre seat Water bottle full of wine I was dreaming of sentimental stuff Like blowing on dandelions Then I wandered into a bookstore on the corner On the shelf, "Twelve Rules For Life" By a Canadian doctor advocating for good posture Who would overdose on Klonopin next year this time I'm all wound up again ♪ Waking up in my childhood bed Pouring the coffee, saying sorry to my sister For taking up too much space with my little worries Told her I hated my life, I guess that was melodramatic I don't like it, but it's not like I would ever stop trying I'm all wound up again ♪ On a plane to the Midwest To visit someone that I just met Always been scared of flying Even more scared of arriving I don't know what to expect But I think getting hurt would hurt less Than just wondering what she's thinking of In my childhood bed Ooh, I just wanna see a new color Bend the water (Ooh, just wanna see a new color) do something impossible (I just wanna see a new color) do something impossible (I just wanna see a new color) do something impossible (and not apologize)