Sitting here on the cold floor
Why are my thoughts so hardcore
A million thoughts inside my head
Wishing to be somewhere else instead
It gets all a little overwhelming
I want to flee and run away
But here it is, that familiar place
Where I know what they are gonna say
Currently, in season two
And you're gonna be there too
And my head says
Welcome to your imagination
You won't get away
I'm the director and writer
And you have nothing to say
Welcome to your imagination
Where all your thoughts run free
I decide when you go back
And you'll never get rid of me
And I'm still sitting on the cold floor
While the episodes become more and more
I leave this place to come back again
Will this series ever end
Currently, in season three
And you're still here with me
And my head says
Welcome to your imagination
You won't get away
I'm the director and writer
And you have nothing to say
Welcome to your imagination
Where all your thoughts run free
I decide when you go back
And you'll never get rid of me
Currently, in season four
Why can't I just walk out that door
And here it is, season five
Why are these thoughts my whole damn life
Oh, how to escape from this maze
Oh, how to escape from this maze
Oh, how to escape from this maze
But my head says
Welcome to your imagination
You won't get away
I'm the director and writer
And you have nothing to say
Welcome to your imagination
Where all your thoughts run free
I decide when you go back
And you'll never get rid of me
