Contained

Locked in a Vault Inside my Head

It's not your fault I can't get You out

So I hate me instead, So you hate me instead

I'll get out I'll be fine If I can Leave My Bed

Which doesn't Exist On the floor I lay

My own decision I chose to be sleepless

I don't doubt I'll get use to

Down & out Down in Houston

I don't doubt I'll get use to Now I call it my home

Nor plane Nor bird & I landed

Been well placed Still feel stranded

Lost in a pool Full of my Misshapens

Although I heard you Can't write it wrong When you are right handed

So I don't doubt I'll get use to, Down & out Down in Houston