Young Writers Society

In his mind she's eyeing him
walkin across the room
In his mind the doors are leading
to a swimming pool


In his eyes you see the flash
of his guilty pleasures
In his eyes you see the cheer
from his world of treasures


He's living in his mind
in his world of perfection
away from the struggles
of a world unkind
there's a party in his mind
and he hopes it will never end
the music takes him away
from a world unkind


He's losing himself to her voice
on his ear, in the wind
he's losing himself to her touch
on his skin, on his lips


In his eyes, you can see the flash
of his guilty pleasures
In his eyes you see the cheer
from his world of treasures


He's living in his mind
in his world of perfection
away from the struggles
of a world unkind
there's a party in his mind
and he hopes it will never end
the music takes him away
from a world unkind


He's losing himself to reality
in his ear, in the wind
he's losing himself to life
battling with his conscience


There's a party in his mind
and he hopes it will never end

There's a party in his mind
Adam and the party in his mind
Adam and the party in his mind
he hopes will never end.