i wake up in a room and realize i¡¯m insane again
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this is the fifth time straight in a year i¡¯ve ended up in here
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eating p.b.j¡¯s and watching the church channel nightly
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i didn¡¯t mind what i did
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i fell behind on my nightly four-course meal of rainbow pills
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and now i¡¯m wondering what is fake and what is real
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but who¡¯s that ghost who keeps walking by my door
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i¡¯ve never seen a girl look so good in thick-rimmed glasses before
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and i feel her gaze on me during sleeping hours
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and when i shower
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they let us play with markers but i keep trying to draw infinity
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and i read the bible to pass the time
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but one day out of nowhere, she sits down and looks over my shoulder
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i¡¯m shaking harder then i¡¯ve ever shook before.
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she sings:
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¡°Woah, do you remember me? is your mind that worn?
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we both were born to be one with that which the public scorns.
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though you were forlorn in despair with your drugs and your hardcore porn
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trust me, those days won¡¯t be mourned. so lay your head on me.¡±
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lay your head onto me.
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