Sick to my stomach
By the vending machines
They talk to me
I miss it back home where I could really be free
Free to be something
I could let go
If that's what you wanted
But I know you really want to talk
Polaroid pictures by the side of my bed
Stuck in my head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Going big quicker
Was it something I said?
Stuck in my head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything's playing like a movie scene
And I see these four walls in the land of bad dreams
They make me
Sick to my stomach
By the vending machines
They talk to me
I miss it back home where I could really be free
Free to be something
Fall, fall, turn the lights up
Crawl, crawl, set my mind up
I know it's getting hard for you my dear
Oh
Soul, soul, pack your life up
Run away with someone I don't know that I trust
It's easier to burn with love than fear
Oh, oh
Kidding, hiding
Bet the hard part is deciding
Drowning, smiling
And I feel
Sick to my stomach
By the vending machines
They talk to me
I miss it back home where I could really be free
Free to be something
Sick to my stomach
By the vending machines
They talk to me
I miss it back home where I could really be free
Free to be something
Free to be something
Oh, oh
