can't think a straight line beyond the hill
it seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind
a thrill almost in my reach
if there's a way i could
feel the face of intelligence
i'm a man, i would understand
what a good head says...you're no me
can't see the forest for all
the green, it all gets in my way
can't dig a desert without
the need for old religion, for holy grails
and a jesus nail through the head
for all the pain and misguided faith
my mind erased before i had time
to waste my afternoon
every thirty days a light goes on
and brightens my backyard a yellow
dying sun
i bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood
on some other plane i have
become affected drawn and strange
i'm inclined to blame
my mother for dressing me like a girl
i don't know maybe that's kind of weird
a teenage breakdown without the will
or without thinking
taking low roads and coloured pills
always searching
maybe then i would find
a place in this mess
it swells a vein that the only things
that are keeping me awake
are re-runs of the mod squad and cartoons |