To think that I would die this time 

Isolated in the room where the bed rises 

Photographic ordinary people are everywhere

Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories



I'll find sleep, I'll find peace, or in death you'll sleep with me.



To figure that it was my fault 

Or so I've come to realize life is not about 

Love with someone - (ordinary people are everywhere)

Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people are



Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn, illness is watching, waiting its turn.



Did I go at it wrong?

Did I go intentionally to destroy me?

I'm suffering in noise I'm suffering in - (touching ordinary body)

The burning from within the burning from with - (ordinary is scary now)

I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace - (extraordinary is scary now)



So do yourself a good, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes

Or do yourself a favor, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes



Endless lights prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonely

Weightless lights, oh, I would rather be, but I would rather be fine



I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well.



And I forgive you even 

As you choke me that way 

With the pill or demon and the shrouding ?

Under conversation 

In tremendous weight of 

A crowd of ages outside 

Dressed for murder



I'm not fucking around

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around



And shall I kiss you even as you take me that way?

With the pill or demon as my body changes 

Apparitions gone awry 

They surround me, all sides 

From what am I seeing, only changes 



I'm not fucking around

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around