The same old scene, a familiar sting Phone buzzes on, I ignore the thing Sheets twist and coil into a cave This tiny room's all that I have Just space enough to turn around My whole world's this patch of ground. The ceiling cracks, a maze I trace While through the wall, some off-key bass The neighbor sings, completely free And here I burn, just angrily Toss and turn, a restless fight My chest is tight, there's no goodnight. Tossing! Turning! Trapped inside! This little box where I reside! The channel's stuck, it's just my show! The same old rerun, running slow! Tossing! Turning! Feel the thud! My bedframe meets the same sore spot for blood! How to escape, how to be free... From this stubborn ghost of you and me! An ashtray tower, a crumbling wall I don't feel hunger, 'til the third microwave call My inbox pings, a crowded space But none of them have your voice, your face Neon knives cut through the blind I let them stab, I don't mind A broken beat begins to pound My heart is forced to match the sound [Jagged guitar re-enters, menacing] This sleepless rhythm, mean and deep Won't let me drift, won't let me sleep Tossing! Turning! Trapped inside! This little box where I reside! The channel's stuck, it's just my show! The same old rerun, running slow! Tossing! Turning! Feel the thud! My bedframe meets the same sore spot for blood! How to escape, how to be free... From this stubborn ghost of you and me! A kick, the fan hits the floor The hot air laughs and circles for more... (Is it just me?)... or does the whole world feel this heat? Gotta roll out of this bed's command! Gotta roll your name out of my hand! [Music reaches a chaotic peak] Gotta roll till the map's unread! Better lost than waiting here, half-dead... TO-SSING! TURN-ING! Trapped inside! This little box where I reside! The channel's stuck, it's just my show! The same old rerun, running slow! TO-SSING! TURN-ING! Feel the thud! My bedframe meets the same sore spot for blood! How to escape, how to be free... ...ghost of you and me.
