Impossible scenes are playing out in front of me
I'm deaf to the sirens, I've heard them one to many times
Impossible scenes pervading every room i'm in
but if it wasn't routine, not sure that I'd be functioning
And all who I've loved in my life will be facts and figures in time
All of my friends not for lack of trying will be facts and figures in time
I feel it closing in on me, not option now to scream, can't make a scene
Not human nature just to be indoors staring at screens
Is that healthy
The more I think, the more I need to pack my things
and leave in search of air to breathe
Surely it can't be only me with an itch to up flee
Don't sit next to me