Inside of (my) Room

Here's me and my dearly friends when we're having our lunch in my house

All day, Staring at the ceiling
Makin' friends with shadows on my wall
All night, Hearing voices telling
Me that I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on, Feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown and I don't know why

Well I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay a while and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Me, I'm talking to myself in public
And dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talkin' bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think that there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinkin
Somehow I've lost my mind

I've been talkin in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're takin' me away