I was sucking on the sorry stights I was watching out for things that bite I was tripping on my own two feet I was feeling like I got on sleep And my thoughts were getting unrestrained And I was looking like Ichabod Crane I was looking for some serious fun Cause a bad excuse is better than none Then it hits me It hits me I gotta just get through it And I'll be fine Yeah, it hits me I gotta just get through these changing times Oh, I was paranoid about the signs They say it's just another dangerous time I don't answer, I just decompose And I'm running with a painted rose I don't relate to the things they say And I don't want to be like them today I know it's useless dumb and it's crass But I guess I'm just a real outcast You could talk me into bitter sweet You could grab me off the bright night street You gotta keep it really tight and warm You gotta keep me laughing in the storm Well, the roads are feeling hollow and steep And I want to sew what I reap I keep forgetting what I just forgot And I' don't know if I'm ready or not