6:00am, pale blue light and stale air
Forty minutes of confrontational stares
With an unfamiliar face in the mirror
Slip on some shoes and hope it gets clearer
And I don't know where I'm going
I don't know what I'll face
I'm sure the fatigue is showing
For now I'd like to get lost in your headspace
Maybe I could find the time to sleep
If I just allowed myself to creep
Into the glassy room behind your eyes
Sink into the shadows while I realize
That I don't know where I'm going
I've got some bad memories to erase
I feel the anxiety growing
I'll never find any reprieve in my headspace
Well I don't know where I'm going
I'm finding out that's pretty commonplace
I'm abandoning the baggage I've been towing
But first I'd like to get lost in your headspace