She came down the staircase    Climbed into a dumpster    She grabbed an index card and she taped it to her forehead and it read    Poor white trash    She grabbed a gun, put it to her heart and pulled the trigger    Now she's dead    It's just a thought    Don't you look at me that way    Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again    Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again       Sorry    Sorry baby    I'm so sorry    Sorry baby    I'm so       I'm looking through a plastic bag    It's on my face    It squares my head    A little moist hot head sweat    Some little beads of brain    A little mind rain    It's just a thought inside my head    Those little voices, they're talkin' to me    Don't you look at me that way, that way       Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again    Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again       24,900 miles an hour to break away from this earth spin    So want me to start running right now    Right now    24,900 miles an hour       I need a baseball bat    I'm gonna trash this office    These people, they're fuckin' with my head    I can't move    And they left me here    Strapped to this bed    It's another thought inside my head    Those little voices, they're talkin' to me    Don't you leave me here this way       Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again    Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again       Sorry    Sorry baby    I'm so sorry    Sorry baby    I'm so       Oh how do I hear    In this little afterthought    And my little aftershock    Behind the cheerful stare    I wake up from the nightmare    And I just grew aware    A little too late