I don't understand just where you're coming from
I thought we could build a life within this tiny cup
Late night conversations with my dinner, phone in hand
Its not very sensical, maybe you'll understand
I don't want a life where all I see are screens
I don't want to live as a cranked up singing machine
Force myself to get out, grow up, learn to socialize
Its just hard to do when all you see are judging eyes
Ramen noodles keep me going
I try not to cry, I hold my head up high
Ramen noodles feed my empty mind
When every other thing fails, I know that I've got
Black lit darkness fills the entire room
My head starts to spin; my spirit starts to swoon
Who can help me through this; what can let me breathe?
I wish I had responses instead of memories
Its just that
I say what I want to when I can but
Until I'm comfortable its hard to really manage
Who I am and what I do because I'm endlessly just looped
In a circular corkscrew of defeat and of recluse
Ramen noodles keep me going
I try not to cry, I hold my head up high
Ramen noodles feed my empty mind
When every other thing fails, I know that I've got
I'm trying to break through, get out and release
But isn't that the point, isn't that the dangerous space?