Trapped in my mind, and lately it seems,
i only smile when in my dreams,
stuck in a grown up surrounded by pre teens,
cause i'm the only one who knows what nice means,
nobody could care, one would call me crazy,
one would say "i love you and i'm here for you baby",
even if lately i've been kind of spacey,
i still know i would love it if you faced me,
all the pieces fell apart and you alone,
stayed on the table, a voice on a phone,
a stranger in danger of falling in love,
it's greater if the Rangers keep up this run,
so then i could take you out to the Garden,
with you i'm Metapod, all i do is harden,
please beg my pardon, i'm only better when,
you face me and make the nightmares end.