All of the time I'm thinking about things too much
And then I end up out of touch
And feel a lot less real than before
I speak a lot of words
But tend to say a lot less
I'm just a ****ing mess
And I will shut my bedroom door
And as I iron out my brain to speak to ice-cream stains
I'll stare at the ceiling stars
And ponder why life's so hard
Locking the door
I will talk to my floor and I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do
To get out of this goo that I absorb
How to stop myself
Hell, if I know
As above, so below
I'm my own damn spirit orb
Most of the time I'm scooping mud and digging graves
In these saltwater caves
And overgrown hospitals the like
I'll step along the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about
How I hate this body
And they'll say
Oh, they'll say
"We would like to help you “
But it seems you're living in dreams
Come back to reality"
I'll cry "Wait!"
And I will wake up late again
And in the morning once more
I will speak to the floor and I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do
To get out of this goo that I absorb
How to stop myself
Hell, if I know
As above, so below
I'm my own damn spirit orb
As above, so below
I'm my own damn spirit orb