Sometimes i'm invisible  I'm nowhere to be seen  Kick like a tin can in the shape of a man  Try so hard to break in so i can brust out  Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt    I've got a chronic disorder  I'm balanced between  The edge of a razor  Trying to cut clean  I've got my eyes on the road  I'm trying to keep steady  I've got my hands on the wheel  I feel i'm nearly ready    Hope that me who's dreaming  And that's not me who's screaming  Want to wake up warm  In a tattered down tarn  Still for all the killing  There's nobody winning  I want to spit it out  I want to scream and shout    Lying in the gutter  I heard someone mutter  We'll creep in the shadows  Trying to get home  Like the swing in the see-saw  Hard to keep steady  With some rearranging  I feel i'm nearly ready    Sometimes i'm invisible  I'm nowhere to be seen  Kick like a tin can into a sugarade man  Hope that me who's dreaming  And that's not me who's screaming  Want to wake up warm  In a tattered down tarn  Lying in the gutter  I heard someone mutter  We'll creep in the shadows  Trying to get home  I've got my eyes on the road  I'm trying to keep steady  I've got my hands on the wheel  I feel i'm nearly ready