Lyric

Caught in my basement thoughts

Moon a dim flashlight

Eighth-grader's angst a melody

Dark as a block of night

Voices in my head so crowded

Talk but they all sound dumb

Navigating teenage wasteland

Feel like I’m under thumb

I'm the boss of the shadows

Master of my own doom

Swimming through midnight

Wearing eighth-grader's gloom

Dreams of breaking out

They sneak but I can't yell

Dancing with my monsters

Caught within a spell

Homework's a mountain

Friends are ghosts at noon

Staring at the future

Hoping it breaks soon

I'm the boss of the shadows

Master of my own doom

Swimming through midnight

Wearing eighth-grader's gloom