My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone Oh, how the worse is over, now I'm here to say That I've learnt to handle any rotten day I need it, I hate it, obliterated will A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life But how it fucks me over when I want things done With a hold so tight I'm gagging; I cannot break it free Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn? For such a long time I've denied that I am close to paranoid A lazy bastard, maybe so, but one in absolute control Oh, how I got it so wrong, that is not the first It's in weed-free time that I'm at my worse Avoid it, destroy it, pretend things will be fine Even though I'm scared and I want to stay indoors with my time A constant fear that bites away my confidence Yet I can't deny it's a passion and I'm hooked onto that taste Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn? My hideaway, a safe retreat where things will always seem OK A higher state, that never seems to tire on me But I can't doubt that this is starting to decay my personality My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone Oh, how the worse is over, now I'm here to say That I've learnt to handle any rotten day I need it, I hate it, obliterated will A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life But how it fucks me over when I want things done With a hold so tight I'm gagging; I cannot break it free Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn? Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn?