Kind of what it's like to be crazy. kind of.
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Wistfully waking and turning to choke
your bedfellows a reminder of a practical joke
delusion is the first in your little black book
humor will save you in a flying chinook
boredom will chill and smoke your last bowl
apathy quietly digging you a hole
you're lighting your candles you're sucking up air
you're coughing and wheezing as if you didn't care
CHORUS
and you are singing your songs
as if you knew all along
you pretend your blind so you think you can see
the things that sight will not let you beleive
Tossing and turning trying to sleep
the ghosts in your room are not makeing a peep
paranoia sees you and reers its head
fear can smell you and chokes you in bed
pride crys in the corner till dawn
while love mumbles while singing your song
your head is buried deep in your sheets
while your mind wrestles with who to beleive
CHORUS
Here take these pills
it will quell what is making you ill
could tear up your insides might make you combust
but as long as you take them you'll be one of us
Here take these pills
we don't quite know what's making you ill
but here's the key to the magical door
trust your doctor he's no corporate whore
Here take these pills
come back in six weeks and say how you feel
I'll take my notes and up your dose
if it don't work then there's more pills i can dispose
and you are singing your songs
as if you knew all along
you pretend your blind so you think you can see
the things that sight will not let you beleive
you just keep on singing your songs
you just keep on singing those songs
so you can tell them you knew all along
you just keep on singing your songs