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You could say I feel this way |
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'Cause it's the way i feel |
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Or you could say I make it up |
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I wanted to be real |
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I knew I'd go down today |
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And crash into myself |
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Repetitious habit-forming |
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Self-inflictedness |
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Inner, innermost, most person |
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It's so hard to be |
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Feeling good to not feel bad |
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Is way too weird for me |
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I wish and wish and wish |
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Someone else would come around |
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Habit-forming hang together |
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No one comes around now |
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It's no fair it takes so long |
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And comes around too late |
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Wonder why it's so easy |
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To feel the way I hate |
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It's so hard to turn around and say yeah |
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Anesthesizing, never-minding |
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Fill yourself with crap |
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What goes in, is coming out |
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You can't escape that |
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Inner, innermost, most person |
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You could dare to be |
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Bigger than the biggest head |
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But not as empty |
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I wish and wish and wish |
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Someone else would throw me down |
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Like it's supposed to |
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Like i'm used to |
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No one comes around now |
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It's no fair it takes so long |
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And comes around too late |
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Wonder why it's so easy |
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To be the way I hate |
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It's so hard to turn around and say yeah |