Brains

Am I dead, well if I am, how come I am still a kid Warm with piss, I shouted to sis, "can you make it better with a big kiss" Maybe it was the start of this month that has me entirely too fucked up Or maybe I'm just getting too old, trapped in the back with the rest of the world Maybe I'm just ancient To my old friends Or maybe I'm just making things up But I don't really think I could So I'll comb my hair, look at you stare as you're ripped apart by a mad bear I'm not sleeping, I'm not dreaming, so I guess I'm just waiting For someone to say that it's okay that you had to go away Cut in two, completely see through, losing control of what's me and you Just let me slip into the white nice room, that you painted me into I promise that I won't make any noise or make things worse than they have to Teach me how to not care about These tiny feelings that have me up at night for nothing. Maybe I'm just ancient To all of my friends Or maybe I'm just making things up But I hope that I never could