The Epilogues - My Misinformed "John Hughes" Teenage Youth lyrics

It's hard to tell if I'm still dreaming Strange I hardly feel a thing I sit and stare blankly for hours now With thoughts of you, of you I don't have to feel this anymore But I don't know what I've been looking for Maybe I should just lay right here alone I'll just stay here alone Half awake and barely breathing Force myself to sleep again I wake to find that I'm still thinking of Thoughts of you, of you