She came down the staircase Climbed into a dumpster She grabbed an index card and she taped it to her forehead and 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