Sent away to have my | |
head checked | |
No more playing | |
in the sand | |
Frogs are leaping off | |
my brainstem | |
They don't seem | |
to understand | |
Roadside blurs against | |
a big bus | |
Face is slouched against | |
the glass | |
I am headed for | |
a cleansing | |
In a room without a bath | |
Didn't it seem | |
kind of silly | |
The way the doctor's | |
carried on so uptight | |
It's not bad being | |
so distant | |
I can live inside the gap | |
Frogs are hopping off | |
my brainstem | |
So excited to be sane | |
Didn't it seem | |
kind of silly | |
The way the doctor's | |
carried on so | |
Now that I've become | |
a monster to them | |
Have to keep their fear | |
turned on all night long | |
I've gone away to have | |
my head checked | |
I guess I need to have | |
it looked at |