The Fools World, Baby

I do not feel very well 

I get the feeling that I’m going to hell 

At least it would be warm 

And I might make some friends there

Like organized religion seems like a sham tho

So I don’t know 

If my dreams about the afterlife 

Are really going to get me anywhere 

Anywhere I want to be I mean, and that is dead

In the ground, like a not very effective lost and found 

Dirt, slick, and dripping this is the fools world baby

I am tired of starting every sentence with I 

But what to do, in my head 

It’s all just me and mine 

Feeling like a creep, 

and getting overfed 

My head does, seem to be the problem 

Can’t I live without it?

What kind of person could be so greedy 

To ask for a friend and then crawl to the rock 

under their bed 

my head is not participating

Get all worked up again 

That's when they leave 

And I’m all alone again 

Whisper about missing them 

And all my thoughts go numb 

I'm feeling more than just a little lost

The answers there, and I don’t care about the cost 

I wish I had someone, who gave a fuck 

About me, and I mean consistently enough 

To count the days, in between on two hands 

And not be canceling all our plans 

I am at the edge of my seat 

And wanting to fall off 

Into the darkness beneath 

It whispers to me softly while I sleep 

And I am always dreaming 

Believing it is the way 

To keep me sane in this boring 

and relentlessly critical place 

Gotta save some face, ain’t that right? 

Peel it off and put it in a case 

On display with that old jar of mace 

You do not need to put on airs 

Just be as you are 

Sound fair?

I think it’s free for me to say 

That everything is not okay 

I'm sleeping late into the day 

And waking up at nightfall

My eyes have changed and now I can 

See everything in darkness, 

As a nocturnal being 

I do not feel very well 

I get the feeling that I’m going to hell 

At least it would be warm 

And I might make some friends there

Like organized religion seems like a sham tho

So I don’t know 

If my dreams about the afterlife 

Are really going to get me anywhere 

Anywhere I want to be I mean, and that is dead

In the ground, like a not very effective lost and found 

Dirt, slick, and dripping this is the fools world baby

But I don't mind.