In My Room

Things to do
Yeah, I’ve got them in my room
I’ve got it going on
The silence of the phone not ringing
Is just a present thing under my mind
Think of you, yeah oh
I’ve got such better things to do than you
And I don’t notice hardly even at all
The aching expanse of space
Aching, radiating out, in circles around my house
Things to do,
yeah ooh
I’ve got them in my room
I’ve got it going on
And I could read until the end of the page
Without looking for your name
Start over at the top of the page
Read it all again
It’s all the same
And I don’t notice hardly even at all
The aching expanse of space
Aching, raidating out, in circles around my house