You could wake up  in the morning and try  to feel so good  that you didnt realise  and the things they're like  stop me from crying  but at night  they stop me from crying    I couldnt take up  more space in my mind  (?) the back door isn't easy to find  as a call from self-indulgence  we'll meet our world   to pull up a something    so can you tell me  that you feel this fame  when you stare at the faces  full with so much shame    or is it you're too high   to tell us the part  so you can live your life   and keep up your lying    i can not stand to watch the TV  lions and the clowns keep staring at me  and the boys and the girls  of the town are afraid  they go up to destroy   everything that they see