Second Floor East

By Screeching Weasel

On Wiggle

Released on January 15, 1993

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She falls asleep the same way every night

She dreams of new worlds in the TV light

She's lonely, she's tired

She's lonely, she's crying

It makes her feel like something's going on

It makes her feel like people are around

To tell her she's all right

To keep out, keep out the night

She wonders why she feels this way

She wonders if she'll ever be okay

There's nothing she can laugh about

No anthem for a new tomorrow

Cut off a long time ago

Now no one wants to hear about it

No

She thinks about how everybody smiles

But no one ever seems to have the time

To ever stop and try to think

To ever crack a little bit

She knows that someday things are gonna change

Things will get a little better

But it just seems like everyday

It slips a little more and fades

It should feel good to be alive

The world keeps dropping back but she's still trying

She leaves the TV on at night

So she won't have to keep on crawling back inside

Inside herself, inside herself

Inside herself, inside herself

Inside herself, inside herself

Inside herself, inside herself

Inside herself, inside herself

Inside herself, inside herself

Inside herself, inside herself

Inside herself

Inside herself

Inside herself

Inside herself

Inside herself