The TV’s blaring, the radio is turned up loud
 Maybe then I’ll sleep well, maybe then I’ll drown you out.
 Don’t want to think much I don’ t want to reminisce
 Cuz love songs and poems have all lead, they’ve all led me to this.
 [bad word] 
 It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone.
 And it’s way way way it’s way to cold 
 To be at home.

I’ve locked up tightly I must say I’ve had my doubts
 Cuz they will kick and they will scream but there’s no way they’re ever getting out.
 They breathed fresh air once, a long time a long time ago.
 And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow?
 [bad word] 
 It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone.
 And it’s way way way it’s way to cold 
 To be at home.
 And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
 It ain’t that bad.

What I’m tryin to say here is not worth, it’s not worth your time
 I’m just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme.
 [bad word] 
 It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone.
 And it’s way way way it’s way to cold 
 To be at home.
 And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
 It ain’t that bad.
 And even the toughest white boy, yes even the baddest white boy
 He still gets sad.