The TV? s blaring, the radio is turned up loud
Maybe then I? ll sleep well, maybe then I? ll drown you out
Don? t want to think much I don? t want to reminisce
'Cause love songs and poems have all lead, they? ve all led me to this
It? s dangerous to be sleeping alone
And it? s way, way, way
It? s way to cold to be at home
I? ve locked up tightly I must say I? ve had my doubts
'Cause they will kick and they will scream
But there? s no way they? re ever getting out
They breathed fresh air once, a long time, a long time ago
And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow?
It? s dangerous, to be sleeping alone
And it? s way, way, way
It? s way to cold to be at home
And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
It ain? t that bad
What I? m trying to say here is not worth
It? s not worth your time
I? m just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme
It? s dangerous to be sleeping alone
And it? s way, way, way
It? s way to cold to be at home
And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
It ain? t that bad
And even the toughest white boy
Yes, even the baddest white boy
He still gets sad