lining up the little ducks   before they start to scatter off   that bulls eye on a trampoline   when jumping from the top story   writing up the words to say   before they try to escape      making up the bed   right before you just get back in it   hoping for a little rest   while fighting off your sleeplessness   haunted by the ghost of you   reminds you what you didn't do      oh no, don't let it get you      you're coming out   you've got the ticket   this is the greatest      looking for a crystal ball   to tell you why your better off   it's creepy when you hear the things   the things you say about yourself   and what about everyone else   much more to them than just one's health      hauling all the stuff you have   from one place to the other side   humming all the notes you heard   in no particular order   you can't remember anyone   and so it stops and you're undone      oh no, don't let it get you      you're coming out   you've got the ticket   this is the greatest