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