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Returning
to the Fetal Position
(Nutra Stick Productions, 1999)
Paper
Jacket
You might be dead
I don't even know
'Cause I've too much pride to even pick up the phone
I just don't know
Maybe asleep
I don't want to wake
If you're going to tell me I am something to shake
Out of your way
And you have your Prozac to help you through the world
But I don't even have an umbrella to twirl
Over me when the rain is coming down
No all I have is
A paper jacket
To protect me from the rain
A paper jacket
Hope it won't dissolve again
With all the racket
That spews from our mouths before
The paper jacket
Crumbles to pulp on the floor
I see myself
From a distant sight
I wonder why the jackass just has to fight
He should see light
And in my dreams
I'm lying in bed
Just trying to push the evil thoughts from my head
I'm scared to death
Oh yes, this world scares me and I don't know who I am
And you're not understanding my sincere pantomime
That's the one way I can express myself
Just like I'm wearing
A paper jacket
Try to shield me from the pain
A paper jacket
This face is weak and insane
So please don't smack it
So my tears make as they pour
The paper jacket
Crumble to pulp on the floor
words and music © 1999 Jeremy Mathews
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