Текст песни Nightmare

36 and a dead end job, me and Mrs Bob A couple kids and somethings i regret 18 and in search of life, with no stereotypes To keep my dreams alive Sleeping in my bedroom, trying not to dream But everything i think about always turns out clean And everything was thought through and now i can't believe That everything i hated is now becoming me Tell me if a catch a cloud 'cause i'm not allowed To reach too high or i might miss the ground Flying with the borrowed wings and of all these things Tell me how long will i last Sleeping in my bedroom, trying not to dream But everything i think about always turns out clean And everything was thought through and now i can't believe That everything i hated is now becoming me I feel free going down