Seal the door (of which only one lock works) What is expected of me now…who knows With tacks stuck in toes Debating on what's likable But certainly this isn't home Certainly not
It's not so funny Skipping breath, inhaling rope It's always just when I need to see That the lights flicker and short out on me
Rootless over-thinkers in the mirror One after the other after one after the other Taking turns in my behavior Taking their turns in my behavior
It's not so funny Skipping breath, exhaling rope It's always just when I need to see That the lights flicker and short out on me
I am the best at seeing things When the captive worms in the tin are freed But begin to lose sight one again When the dust is finished settling And my friends in this room are weakening With their penchant for conditioning And their dispositions on a swing From the toxins and distracting means
Just when I need to see, the lights flicker Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker
It's not so funny, skipping breath Inhaling and exhaling rope Just when I need to see The lights flicker and short out on me It's not so funny, it really is such an awful fal