The Same Things Happening to Me All the Time, Even in My Dreams

I have dreamt about what it's like to die And i saw myself becoming shadows again Just like i did when i was a kid I saw my bones crack open and all the things i've been hiding from you spill out All the secrets that i never thought i'd tell anyone about I am warm and i am bored and i am drifting through this place It's no better or worse than anything else that's ever happened to me But i wish that i'd never met a lot of the people that i've met Not because i don't like them but because i only let them down And when you disappoint everyone all the time it's hard not to want to die Constantly i feel this weird and shameful feeling Like im being watched by a thousand glowing, vengeful eyes Behind one way mirrors in public bathrooms and in metro cars And everywhere i go i know i'm not welcome