Day after day, they send my friends away to mansions cold and grey. To the far side of town. Where the thin men stalk the streets, while the sane stay underground. Day after day they tell me I can go, they tell me I can blow, to the far side of town. Where it's pointless to be high, 'cause it's such a long way down. So I tell them that I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm, I will do me harm. Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall...
I'm not quite right at all...am I?
Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be...Just my 'librium and me, and my E.S.T. makes three. 'Cause I'd rather stay here with all the madmen, than perish with the sadmen roaming free.
And I'd rather play here with all the madmen, for I'm quite content they're all as sane as me.
I was listening to what you had to say....just before i started to drown it out with alcohol.
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I think it's doomed to follow me through life after college as well.. I fear I must do something drastic..