The TVâs blaring, the radio is turned up loud
Maybe then Iâll sleep well, maybe then Iâll drown you out
Cause I donât want to think much, I donât want to reminisce
Cause love songs and poems have all led, theyâve all led me to this
Cause itâs dangerous, to be sleepinâ alone
And itâs way, way, way, itâs way too cold
To be at home
Iâve locked up tightly I must say Iâve had my doubts
Cause they will kick and they will scream but thereâs no way theyâre ever getting out
They breathed fresh air once, a long time a long time ago
And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow
Cause itâs dangerous, to be sleepinâ alone
And itâs way, way, way, itâs way too cold
To be at home
And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
It ainât that bad
What Iâm tryinâ to say here is not worth, itâs not worth your time
Iâm just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme
Cause itâs dangerous, to be sleepin, alone
And itâs way, way, way, itâs way to cold
To be at home
And I am what I am, oh yes I am what I am
It ainât that bad
And even the toughest white boy, yes even the baddest white boy
He still gets sad
He still gets sad
He still gets sad
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