She came down the staircase

Climbed into a dumpster

She grabbed an index card and she taped it to her forehead

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