Room With A Grey View

I hate this mystery
The apprehension is killing me
Alone in a crowded room
With a grey view
I learned every little thing that they swore true
I learned nothing of their lessons

I find reality

Baby I'm bored by
The full time
Attracted to danger
Running the back stairs
Through corridors
I slip through the fingers
I still feel so young
I am still so very young

The stench of stationery
Watch out for the quiet ones at the back
Alone in a darkened room
Without a clue

I learned every little thing I learned from you
And you can learn about how to not be from me

Baby I'm bored by
The full time
Attracted to danger
Running the back stairs
Through corridors
I slip through the fingers

Then while inside
I know my world's disintegrating
I know I am still so very young
But not for long

With a chalice you live out today
With a chalice you live out today
And the future was strange
And the future was strange