Someone medicate me sound, an introduction to all that eludes definition
Bring me something definite to chew cud with
I remember this one night, the world was still dead back then
The way it spun to my shins to dance with blankets being chased
In circles. 3000 miles from new home, forty-five miles from old home
Thinking about new life, old friends
Huddling rocks, big world, small life
Everything spins that has a point, and me spinning hysterical
Crying...them laughing...stems in my hair, dancing in the grass
Atop a mountain, the perfect landing for a ufo
The lights [bad word] traffic...hysteria
Is my history and my friends don't see what i see:
Solemn faces in the bushes absorbing the story. like
I'm not the first [bad word] to grips losing my friends
And it's killing me graceful. so i apologize to god
For bren and adam and brandon, and ask god what happens when i die
No answer. sadness strikes me dead in my bellowing state
Remembering some girl i'd never love. so far detached
From the world i can't know and the faces i can't see

One-hundred yards to the left, a burned down house
Where the father killed the wife and kids
And i'm lookin' for him, and he's hiding from me
Cause he doesn't exist in this world;
He's in heaven, he's forgiven. the rest: in limbo like me
Aging, thinking "pill." crying into a pillow called sky
Who keeps me warm when it's freezing in the summer time
And laughing girls are golden, sitting in the fire
Talking about school and how funny i was
 [bad word] outside clubs, practicing forgetting
And dubbing people over who wouldn't fit on my tape

Well, my theif friend brought a guitar for the trip
And didn't know how to play, but i felt it in my stomach
And sang gibberish and wrote gibberish and was gibberish
Still, less gibberish in being alive july 2nd, 1999

In the gibberish party, don put out the bonfire...
Something about wardens...something about not camping...
Something about driving down an unlit rock trail on some mountain in some
Nameless sebago city, and dying some documentary death
Didn't thrill me. i'm staying here, it's the last safe place on earth

And when i first saw the flames at the bottom, and my [bad word] minor friends
Melting into the rocks, and ticks feasting on my piggy flesh...
These two will try to kill me, these three are dead....
I should be home asleep, not being blamed for someone's stupidity

It's not the road, the space around me ripped
And i was chased by white birds that don't sing
That are always there but i can't touch

I will not die; some passed out life, overdose
Praying to not be eaten by my own mortality
When dogs bark in the country or junkies overdose in amusement parks
I pass through the sunken uncity and bang a payphone
Cause i lost my cellphone and can't remember anyone's number
Not even my own

Oh, you wanna be in my movie? don't move, don't talk
Don't just stand there like all epiphanies are purchased in the old port
From someone who smokes kind nugs
I am not zen; i'm calm like a city killer with poison oak
Waiting patiently by the lake to be saved
By cut-out friends who cut out. save yourself

I am not zen; i'm calm like a city killer with poison oak
Waiting patiently by the lake to be saved
By cut-out friends who cut out. save yourself

Save yourself, save yourself, save yourself, save yourself...