Under My Feet

I'm up here in my bedroom, I'm never coming out
I've got some rearranging that I've got to figure out
Maybe it's the computer, maybe it's the TV
Maybe, maybe not, I doubt it, maybe it's...

I've lost communication between rational and doubt
Washed out the wave until it led me to the drought
And now I'm pissed and angry, just starring at the floor
I need a little more focus

Come on, this is ridiculous
How something small has become so big
Come on, I can't consider this
I can't consider this is how it's gonna be

I'm counting on the music to get me through the day
I'm counting on the antihistamine so I can breathe
I'm choking on opinion, I'm coughing up conceit
Ha ha ha, just try to throw that back at me

Drove twice through the same hour and flew right through a day
Still it's not enough for me

Come on, this is ridiculous
How something small has become so big
Come on, I can't consider this
I can't consider this is how it's gonna be

Come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on
Come on, come on