I want to feel like they do
That easy happiness
I doing something wrong
I want to feel at home

This life begs a question
Something  here just ain’t right
I’ve got this thing in mind
It doesn’t end all right

All the bright lights are off
All the great deeds are done
I will live forever
And no relief [bad word] 
I see people being normal
Having children, making love
They don’t sit around and moan
They don’t write [bad word] poems

Stagnation drains the body
Pries in to numb the soul
Way down in a hole
Where did my momentum go

All the bright lights are off
All the great deeds are done
I will live forever
And no relief [bad word]