Is This It? - The Greeting Committee

I fell asleep in a stranger’s bed

In the house that I grew up in

Know I was hanging over the edge

I was afraid of when I was just a kid

When I was just a kid

Ooh, is this it?

Ooh, is this all there is?

The friends I made inside my head

They were choking on medicine

To cure themselves of what doesn’t exist

While I was peeling my old skin

Rip me out again

Ooh, is this it?

Ooh, is this all there is?

Ooh, somebody find me out

It’s a long way down

Ooh, is this it?

Ooh, is this all there is?

Ooh, somebody find me out

It’s a long way down

It’s a long way down