Falling Apart - Screeching Weasel

I’m in a dream because everything seems

Like it’s moving through some kind of fog

I try to explain but the words come out strange

And I don’t know what I’m doing wrong

Cause I’m in my own world and you’re not a part of it

I’m in my own world it’s falling apart

If I smile outside and I roll back my eyes

In my head and shake hands, you know what?

I can’t even tell that I’m not even welcome

In the town where I grew up