They're sneaking in through windows
Making homes in the attic beams
Collecting at the bottoms of coffee cups
And staining the rug
I'm following directions from a thousand tiny thoughts
Calling the shots from the sidelines
They take control till I don't know
If I'm the one doing the thinking
When I'm not looking
I can feel them staring down
It's a game that I'm losing of truth or dare
They're not playing fair
I'm following directions from a thousand tiny thoughts
Pulling the strings from above
They take control till I don't know
If I'm the one doing the thinking
Doing the talking
Doing the hurting