wake from a dream
where I was stuck losing my teeth
lucky for me it was all fake
or not what it seemed
where, oh where will we go next, 
haunted pillow beneath my head?
where does it go?

pick out her heart with a kitchen fork
pin down her arms

wake from the scar still feeling sick
where did it get started?

where, oh where did [bad word] from?
oh my God, my head’s a gun
I let myself go

once I flew above the cars,
and the wind blew
gratitude through my heart
I let it all go

save us from our own two heads
can I keep just one and ditch the rest?