Everybody tells me I'm messed up
Think there is something wrong with my brain
I think they're all just screwed up
When they stand and cry in the rain

Sometimes I'll sit in the darkness
And listen to the angels sing
They're telling me all about you
Realistic pain

I guess I'll go back to my house
And lock all my doors
Shut off the electricity
And open a bottle of remorse

Realistic pain
It's driving me insane
Your vibes are giving me a migraine
Loud monks shouting in vain

04/17/2011

Posted on 04/18/2011
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