Can't Quite Go Insane
I'm packing up my bags to go out of my mind
I'm packing up my bags to leave this life behind
Make sure to leave some space;
who knows what I'll pick up along the way?
Maybe I'll find darkness before I find the day
Wait a minute, now; did I pack this before?
Suddenly this packing seems like such a chore
I know I'm far too lazy to ever get too far
And I know I'm far too lazy to start to pack the car
Maybe I'll stop and rest a while, or maybe not even go at all
What sort of sights to see are four thickly-padded walls?
I think that I'd be better only thinking of what's good
So I think that I'll stay sane like any normal person would
But wait, there he is again!! Now what do I do?
How come I always hit myself until I'm black and blue?
What's happening to me? There's voices in my head
I'd better go out of my mind or I might wind up dead!!
So I think I'll pack my bags again and leave this life behind
I think I'll leave some space because who knows what I will find?
And leave some space for alcohol and leave some space for Zen
Because tomorrow when I wake I know I'll just pack them again
I know I'll never really leave because I'll always change my mind
I know I'll never really leave because I'll want what's left behind
One minute I feel fine and the next I'm black and blue
But my arm still bleeds from last time and I don't know what to do.
