[Verse 1]

At least I can advance

Through peacetime in a trance

Bad days too, I've no restrictions on the mood

Just the degree of effort

Usage of the brain

Process phantom pain

Eye strain too, the strength of which should be profuse

And add to the collective hurt

[Verse 2]

So what practical matters must I settle first

What practical matters must be put down, which ones to

Shoot with tranquilizers, leave them falling on the ground

And made into a bearskin rug

But get this, the bearskin is a list

And I'm too distracted to go explaining this

So I'll just canon stamp it

[Verse 3]

I want to see you at night

Another day, another time

I can’t stand in this lit hallway anymore

I want to be liked

And despite

A past of bad ideas and advice

I sit still and wonder why I ever tried

To think that you were any different