Can't move a single muscle
From my eye lids to my toes
Feels like my head's about to blow
Looks like it's not under control

Can't say goodbye, can't say hello
Can't reach a single amigo
My eyes are wet, my hands are cold
And time is passing much too slow

Although I've been trying my best

Feel like a grounded 12-year-old
Can't go to bed, can't hit the road
Don't have a house, don't have much dough
Can't do the stuff that's illegal