Lletres: Nada Surf. The Weight Is a Gift. All Is a Game.

Do you wake up and lie there
And think it through?
Is the weight of your own life
Too much for you?
But it all is a game
You forgot to play
You did
Woke up an hour after the clock
Remembered the details
And wanted to stop
The stakes in my life
Are going so far up
That my fingers are like
Haven't you had enough
But first I gotta find money
I gotta get lunch

Tell me something funny
Coz I'm cracking up
And later when I see stars
I'll know I'm alright
I go scary far
From the dark to the light
The stove is open coz it's cold
Got a stack of possessions to be sold
There's a hallway to a doorway
To a room that you're in
And in there all day
The walls are you say
The sky's whatever you say