Room With A Grey View

I hate this mystery
The apprehension is killing me
Alone in a crowded room with a grey view
I blurred every little thing that they swore true
I learned nothing of their lessons of fine reality
Baby I’m bored by default
I’m attracted to danger
Running the back stairs through corridors
Or slip through their fingers
I still feel so young
I am still so very young
The stench of stationary
Watch out for the quiet ones at the back
Alone in a darkened room without a clue
I learned every little thing I love from you
And you can learn about how to not be from me
'Cos baby I’m bored by default
I’m attracted to danger
Running the back stairs through corridors
Or slip through their fingers
And while inside I know my hope is disintegrating
I know I am still so very young
But not for long
We’re the jealous youth of today
And the future looks strange