May as well be on the stretcher
Black & [bad word] too
You may as well be injured
Boundless blister blue
But you're only in your bed
And there's nothing in your head
That wasn't put there by receivers
In the past hour of two
In the past hour of two
In the past hour of two

The movie doesn't count
Because you can't see in the cinema
Through the predertermined random acts
Of life in the dark
And don't try to talk it out
Because your allingual psuede-systems
Of "If's"& "Likes" and "whys"
Is what made this fall apart

So hang up, [bad word] around,
wet stems will support you
when you can't talk it out

So shut up,
feel the rain
Some times you act like it will burn you
In place of real pains
In place of real pains
In place of real pains