Artist of the Week
matchbox twenty : Unwell

all day

staring at the ceiling making

friends with shadows on my wall

all night

i'm hearing voices telling me

that i should get some sleep

because tomorrow might be good

for something

 

hold on

i'm feeling like i'm headed for a

breakdown

i don't know why

 

i'm not crazy i'm just a little unwell

i know right now you can't tell

but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

a different side of me

i'm not crazy i'm just a little impaired

i know right now you don't care

but soon enough you're gonna think of me

and how i used to be

 

see me

talking to myself in public

and dodging glances on the train

i know

i know they've all been talking 'bout me

i can hear them whisper

and it makes me think there must be something wrong

with me

 

out of all the hours thinking

somehow

i've lost my mind

 

(chorus)

 

talking in my sleep

pretty soon they'll come to get me

they'll be taking me away