To think that I would die this time 
Isolated in the room where the bed rises 
Photographic ordinary people are everywhere
Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories

I'll find sleep, I'll find peace
Or in death you'll sleep with me

To figure that it was my fault 
Or so [bad word] to realize life is not about 
Love with someone (ordinary people are everywhere)
Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people are

Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn
Illness is watching, waiting its turn

Did I go at it wrong?
Did I go intentionally to destroy me?
I'm suffering in noise I'm suffering in (touching ordinary body)
The burning from within the burning from with (ordinary hysteria)
I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace (extraordinary hysteria)

So do yourself a good, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes
Or do yourself a favor, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes

Illness likes to prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonely
Wave goodbye, oh, I would rather be, but I would rather be fine

I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well

And I forgive you even 
As you choke me that way 
With the pill or demon 
And the shrouded shalom
Under conversation 
In tremendous weight of 
crowd of ages outside 
Dressed for murder

I'm not [bad word] around
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not [bad word] around

And shall I kiss you even as you take me that way?
With the pill or demon as my body changes 
Apparitions gone awry 
They surround me, all sides 
But from within I see an unholy change

I'm not [bad word] around
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not [bad word] around