When living in my head
I’m always somewhere I’d rather be instead
Most times in some foreign bed
Fantasizing all I’ll do before I’m dead.
But this cannot be the way to live
All the things that never happened
All the truths I could never say aloud
In the end this is my story,
In the end I must be proud.
For living in my head
I can see where I’ll be instead
Some places amazing, never to stay in bed.
Knowing how much I’ll live
before I’m dead.