In the House of Yes

I slipped up, felt the echo of a memory rise up and disappear from me Fill my cup, now that I've had two or three, I can get a little free It feels good, to celebrate the loss of my independence I'm in the mood, to let the rhythm push me out of my head I'm lit up, dancing in my room alone I lock my door and turn off my phone Fill my cup, now that I've had three or four, I could use a couple more It feels good, to tune out from the wrongs of the world around me I'm in the mood, to let the warm embrace of my cup surround me I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em I'm fucked up, but I think I could have some more if I could get myself off the floor Spilled my cup, the room is tipping to and fro, my mind is moving kinda slow I know I should, break out of these walls I have built around me If only I could, face up to the world let the truth surround me I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em I forget my problems, you can wake me when you solve 'em