I feel slightly sick to my stomach
I feel mostly wrong in the head
I feel I might be okay
As long as I am dead
To remove the pressure from my mind
I split open my skull
And out sprouted wisdom
Along with stupidity to answer the call
And I know I'm over dramatic
That's why I don't like them to see me cry
And I know I'm bad at making friends
That's why I don't like to try
When divine inspiration hits
Is when I have no pen in hand
When I open my skull
Is when they don't understand
A crack that opens wide
To vomit out a word
And then it shuts up tight
To devour what it heard
And they swing out of sync
While he smiles up at me
And we pray and we sleep
And long to be free
But what has us trapped
Aside from our own head?
What keeps us down
Aside from the comfort of our bed?
And I wake up early
So I have time to waste
And we say we're unique
Going copy and paste
And I'm sorry I'm not
Everything you want me to be
And I'm sorry we're not
Always happy
But maybe we could make it
If I could vomit out words in front of you
And maybe someday I will
When the sky's no longer blue
And I feel mostly sick to my stomach
While you pull and I strive
And I feel I might be okay
As long as I'm alive
I feel mostly wrong in the head
I feel I might be okay
As long as I am dead
To remove the pressure from my mind
I split open my skull
And out sprouted wisdom
Along with stupidity to answer the call
And I know I'm over dramatic
That's why I don't like them to see me cry
And I know I'm bad at making friends
That's why I don't like to try
When divine inspiration hits
Is when I have no pen in hand
When I open my skull
Is when they don't understand
A crack that opens wide
To vomit out a word
And then it shuts up tight
To devour what it heard
And they swing out of sync
While he smiles up at me
And we pray and we sleep
And long to be free
But what has us trapped
Aside from our own head?
What keeps us down
Aside from the comfort of our bed?
And I wake up early
So I have time to waste
And we say we're unique
Going copy and paste
And I'm sorry I'm not
Everything you want me to be
And I'm sorry we're not
Always happy
But maybe we could make it
If I could vomit out words in front of you
And maybe someday I will
When the sky's no longer blue
And I feel mostly sick to my stomach
While you pull and I strive
And I feel I might be okay
As long as I'm alive