I'm going down a straight line and they keep telling me I'm fine
There's plenty of choice
Yet I no longer register movement that's no improvement
It's a still life made of noise
You know I'm not really drowning as much as I am
Riding shotgun with the crow
Mr Manic depressive and his friend compulsive obsessive and you
I never managed to become an alcoholic even though I tried and I tried
So I was still sober when the world was hungover
Never low but never high
And I keep on getting dumber while I'm waiting for my number
I don't know if I'm really alive
I may have never had a life
And yet I'm sleeping with a knife
'Cause I'll be damned if someone gets inside
I keep losing myself and god knows what else
I'm just so bored with being cool
I'm stagnate position there's no division
Everybody knows I'm just a tool
I know I'm meant to relent but I just resent
The implication that I'm bent
I'm shaped like a fake I'm just a foreign make of familiar decent
I never managed to become an alcoholic even though I tried and I tried
So I was still sober when the world was hungover
Never low but never high
And I keep on getting dumber while I'm waiting for my number
I don't know if I'm really alive
I may have never had a life
And yet I'm sleeping with a knife
'Cause I'll be damned if someone gets inside
I never managed to become an alcoholic even though I tried and I tried
So I was still sober when the world was hungover
Never low but never high
And I keep on getting dumber while I'm waiting for my number
I don't know if I'm really alive
I may have never had a life
And yet I'm sleeping with a knife
'Cause I'll be damned if someone gets inside
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