A man lies in his bed in a room with no door 
He waits  hoping for a presence something  anything to enter 
After spending half his life searching  he still felt as blank 
As the ceiling at which he stared 
He is alive  but feels absolutely nothing 
So  is he? 
When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him 
By nine  he had deciphered the illusion  trading magic for fact 
No tradebacks... 
So this is what it's like to be an adult 
If he only knew now what he knew then... 
I'm open... (2x) 
Come on in... (4x) 
I'm open... (2x) 
Come on in... (4x) 
I'm open... 
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to 
Dream... 
Dream up a new self for himself...