I chip away

Cause I'm not ok

So I

I chip away

Poked a hole right into myself

And inside I found someone

Who said I was O.K.

Still I don't feel easy



On this tree

Among the blossoms

Caustically

I am the thorn

Close my eyes to take up spare time

I wish I just

Could be where the crowd goes

With the crowd

They must be going somewhere



Up from the catacombs

I ran into the angel again

He took the high road

And I took the low road

We both were dirty faces

We both were dirty faces



I don't

I don't

I don't

Don't feel easy

I don't

I don't

I don't

Don't feel easy