Unwell - Matchbox Twenty

All day,
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall.
All night,
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...
Me.

Talking to myself in public,
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.

I've been talking in my sleep,
Pretty soon they'll come to get me.
Yeah, they're taking me away.