My motivation stutters like a clutch My heart, it works, but only for pumping blood I watch the spider climbing up the wall Bet he's got a family or a girl that he can call People, they don't understand My friends, they don't understand I don't even understand me I don't got a master plan I'm just talking to the fan As its blades are circlin' 'round me All spun out in my room Got one hell of a view What a dream come true In my room I've been up watchin' the same bad TV shows Wearin' the same old pair of dirty clothes Think there's a stain down, deep inside my soul Drown it all in bleach and try washin' it on cold People, they don't understand My friends, they don't understand I don't even understand me I don't got a master plan I'm just snapping rubber bands As the birds are circlin' 'round me All spun out in my room Got one hell of a view What a dream come true In my room Nowhere else I'd rather be, it's true In my room So much left for me to see and do In my room All spun out in my room Got one hell of a view What a dream come true In my room