If I whisper to my jammed brain
Make a joke about my prospects of winning
Being able to buy popularity -
it makes me feel either placid or frantic
It's one of these
I wonder what kind of feeling I should have
If I go outside, it's bright and cold and I'm joking around
"So __ that I could die"
Can't you save that for until you've actually died?
I ask those refreshing people
Those people who are bright and eagar
Let's shower away the dirt of our true selves again today
But it seems I can't escape through the drainage
Even if I wish for destruction like "I hope everything disappears!"
I can laugh about it a few minutes later
heat a leaking epidemic
I wonder what kind of feeling I should have
If I go outside, it's bright and cold and I'm joking around
I wonder what kind of words I should say
If I go downtown, it's so crowded and hard to breathe and I'm joking around
The strength to scream alone
disappeared at some point
Shutting me in with words that claim to see through me
What's so fun about that?
I wonder what kind of feeling I should have
If I go outside, it's bright and cold and I'm joking around
I wonder what kind of words I should say
If I go downtown, it's so crowded and hard to breathe I'm joking around