Coldplay

The ?cardboard head? I see has found its way to me,
Its old and its old and its old,
Making me cry.
I sleep but I will not move,
Too scared to leave my room,
But I wont be defeated, oh no.
What if cars dont go my way?
And its sure to spoil my day.
But in voices loud and clear you say to me its only superstition.
Its only your imagination,
Its only all of the things that you fear and the things from which you cant escape.
Keep clean for the thousandth time,