You could wake up 

in the morning and try 

to feel so good 

that you didnt realise 

and the things they're like 

stop me from crying 

but at night 

they stop me from crying 



I couldnt take up 

more space in my mind 

(?) the back door isn't easy to find 

as a call from self-indulgence 

we'll meet our world 

to pull up a something 



so can you tell me 

that you feel this fame 

when you stare at the faces 

full with so much shame 



or is it you're too high 

to tell us the part 

so you can live your life 

and keep up your lying 



i can not stand to watch the TV 

lions and the clowns keep staring at me 

and the boys and the girls 

of the town are afraid 

they go up to destroy 

everything that they see