Dead To the World

I’ve made my bed
There’s nowhere to go
Except in and out of this sleep
The world inside
It used to be deep

Who cares
I’m dead to the world
Who cares
I’m dead to the world

And if you’re thinking
You see something in me
You’d better just be on your way
Look at this face
There’s nothing to save

Get lost
I’m dead to the world
Get lost
I’m dead to the world

There’s some freedom here
It’s not as bad as you’d think
I’ve learned that choices
Like too many voices
Are about the same in the end
They’re about the same in the end

I’m a ship in a bottle
I’m Paul Simon’s “ROCK”
But I know I’m neither these days
I’ve torn up the field
I’m out of the game

It’s over
I’m dead to the world
It’s over
I’m dead to the world

© 2019 Plaid Rain Music (BMI)