I’d pay for a pill to kill this Illness
an intense desire
that disturbs my stillness
when I try to sleep
my dream are filled with
a glass half full but, oops, I spilled It
Every time I start feeling
a little happy
the clown creeps right up
and slaps me
that mufti colored motherfucker wont be satisfied
until the punch line
when I kick the bucket and die
I’d pay for a shot to stop this sadness
except I’m mesmerized to see how bad this can get
Its like a car crash I cant turn my eyes from
every time I start doing something real dumb
like when I walk up to a woman
and say and say she’s perty
I know she knows Im thinking something dirty
I pretend I’m being all soft and flirty
but I know what she’s thinking
“please don’t hurt me”
so i know its time to get the hell out of here
I can no longer handle filling hearts with fear
but I’m so fucked up, I can hardly steer
I guess I shouldn’t have had that one last beer
all I have to do i stay alive
while I try to light this joint and drive
Im staring at the head a
nd I think I see It turn read
but oh god
oh fuck
I lit my beard up Instead
heading against traffic
riding In the wrong lane
well all of a sudden,
i go up in flames
its so damn funny
that its sick
Its Insane
I used to think I’m superman
but now I know I’m Louis Lane
I’m looking for a hero
to fly down a
nd save me
from the other me
that’s always going crazy
although Its dark and smoking
and teary eyed and hazy
I can see my enemy he the
clown Inside me
I cant blame the guy
I know what he’s after
It the world were an ocean
then he’d be a rafter
I know he saw a girl
but he sailed right past her
he’s looking for a land alive
with laughter
even I get the joke
but Its so Intense
I wish the fun that I made
wasn’t at my own expense