May as well be on the stretcher Black & bruises too
You may as well be injured Boundless blister blue But
you're only in your bed And ther's nothing in your
head That wasn't put there by receivers In the past
hour of two The movie doesn't count Because you can't
see in the cinema Through the predertermined random
acts Of life in the dark And don't try to talk it out
Because your allingual psuede-systems of "If's"& "Likes"
and "whys" is what made this fall apart So hang up,
come around, wet stems will support you when you can't
talk it out So shut up, feel the rain Some times you
act like it will burn you in place of real pains