I'm starting to think

my age is a lie,

There's a void in this

memory of mine

Like a hallway-

of doors,

And one, I've, never,

seen, before..

Think it's locked, and-

Left me shocked, and-

Tried to wriggle on the doorknob, but-

It's a bit too much, yeah-

Ah, it's all got me wonderin',

Where, does, all, the, bad, stuff, go?

Oh, I recognize the shape and size, but-

Per, haps, I, don't, wanna, know..

Put it all, in-

The back of my head,

Shove it all, in-

And spread it all out, and-

I hope it doesn't spill,

Hope the room doesn't fill-

cross the rim, cause I think it might-

kill me!

Oh where does all the bad stuff go?

Yeah, where does all the bad stuff go?

Am I messing up

for whoever I am

in the future?

'Supposed to be a resting spot,

Not a garbage dump, got-

an apology to make,

while the iron's hot,

Perhaps I should

find the key,

See what past me

didn't want me to see,

and hope I will be thankful, (be thankful)

eventually..

Ah, it's all got me wonderin',

Where, does, all, the, bad, stuff, go?

Oh, I recognize the shape and size, but-

Per, haps, I, don't, wanna, know..

Put it all, in-

The back of my head,

Shove it all, in-

And spread it all out, and-

I hope it doesn't spill,

Hope the room doesn't fill-

cross the rim, cause I think it might-

kill me!

Oh where does all the bad stuff go?

Y-y-y-yeah, where does all the bad stuff go?

Do I want to face the pain?

Do I want it all to drain, every color-

from my face?

And do I want to relive the days,

So far away from my happy place?

Is it worth the time and effort?

Is it worth it to find my way?

Think it might be time to,

Forget about the key, and-

Kick the door, all, open,

And to reclaim, all, of, me, and-

Ah, it's all got me wonderin',

Where, does, all, the, bad, stuff, go?

Oh, I recognize the shape and size, but-

Per, haps, I, don't, wanna, know..

Put it all, in-

The back of my head,

Shove it all, in-

And spread it all out, and-

I hope it doesn't spill,

Hope the room doesn't fill-

cross the rim, cause I think it might-

kill me!

Oh is this where all the bad stuff goes?

Yeah, is this where all the bad stuff goes?