When we turn on the lights in our lives
For a while I laugh at these philosophies of mine
For I am no philosopher, I'm a dreamer at a centrifugal force
And it won't stop till a sensory loss
And I'm desperate for some more
I feel just fine so don't prescribe any medication
Don't confuse me with your drugs
You see, happiness doesn't mean much these days
When days turn into weeks and into months and into years
It takes away with it everything that's beautiful
I don't know what I want from this life
Is it a race to the answer or a wait for another try
"Are you alright? Are you at all concerned about it?"
Well, do I look alright? Do I look like I need a reaction?
A negative response on a negative response
Happiness doesn't mean much these days
Have I really gone invisible
Have I really lost my carefree years
Have I really gone invisible
Have I really lost
When we turn on the lights on our lives
For a while, nothing have ever, ever, ever, ever, ever really happened
Seems the lie begins without warning
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Are you alright in here?
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
While I'm checking, are you alright?
Again, are you alright?
Are you alright?
Again, are you alright?
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Happiness doesn't mean much these days
Have I really gone invisible
Have I really lost my carefree years
Have I really gone invisible
Have I really lost