Something - The Spook School

I wrapped myself up into a different shape

Almost, but not quite me

I let my feet take me along the road

An old man said «alright there, son?»

And I’m smiling, and I don’t know why

And I’m smiling, and I don’t know why

There must be something wrong with me

If these things feel like victory

The first time I said it, it didn’t seem right

But then again, not much did

The first time I said it, even then I knew

That with time, I might just get used to this

And I’m smiling, and I don’t know why

And I’m smiling, and I don’t know why

There must be something wrong with me

If these things feel like victory