It's good to have a window on the world And live deep in the heart of the beast in the sun Night after night I do the same damn thing Do the weirdness dance for those who can't Getting to the point that I can't take it anymore Anymore Waking up at 3 PM in the trashed bedroom Sharp with needles and knives Reach for the crutches that keep in motion Vague memories that keep me alive Like when she used to call me
