It's ok; I swear I'm fine.
I'm just talking to the dead again...

Warm and fuzzy
in my tummy...

Riddle your mind with pieces of hope;
smoke yourself out with lies...

I am an anti-depressent
an anti-drug...

Candy cane kisses slip on the breeze
as the bells sing to their own tune...

Tears rip acid tracks down my cheeks,
perfectly imperfect slopes...

Ever wonder if you're crazy?
How the room spins just for you...

You sit here
and tell me about numbness...

He's broken
He's BROKEN...

Do you ever wonder
how many people around you are hiding...

You told me shoot you
and it is something...

Clouds hang heavy above dew drop trees,
hovering with a prayer for better days...