The day begins like another day

I hear a sermon it must be sunday

Words are echoing all around

Coming through the fog



On my elbows i look around

Nothing here but the sound

Of breathing

All the pillows are in a pile

And the blanket is off

I thought the windows

Were made of glass

I thought the patterns

Were on the ceiling

I thought the pictures

Were parallel

I thought that i knew it all



I didn't know i was stupid

I didn't think i was stupid

I couldn't tell i was stupid

I didn't know it at all



I get a call from a good friend

And oh i'm alive again

She says she's in for the weekend

And just happened to call

I try keeping her on the line

Saying whatever comes to mind

She says it sounds like you're doing fine

And leaves me climbing the wall