The drunks face 8r8ks into sweat as his friend falls under the wheels, 8ut the headlights don’t flinch, and the engine doesnt stutter, oh yeah, Think a8out myself, I think a8out myself, I think a8out myself, care a8out myself, I only care a8out Myself, and other fears too stupid to mention. The ending of Dramamine scared Degnan, the way that you all see me, that’s who I Am, 8ut not who I need to 8e. Moving my joke 8ody through the cold Novem8er night. Ha ha. H8 yourself, do you h8 yourself? I don’t h8 myself, I toler8 myself, I wish I was someone else, 8ut it feels to Stupid to Mention. I know I’ll 8e ripped in Heaven. In a crowded room, you will hear your own opinion voiced, you can sit 8ack without a word, watch it spread or fall silent, oh, yeah. If it’s too l8 to speak, I could get out of 8ed, find a pencil and write, leave it for you to find, if the moment is gone, to say I figured out what the Pro8lem was. I’d 8een thinking a8out it earlier. Hey, can you hear me now? Am I Alone in my Futile Efforts? Sometimes I get so mad, I can’t do the few things I usually can, which is sad. Occupying space, I know I take up space, will there 8e a space for my soul in space? Thats Heaven to me. 98083, Post Office 8ox 295. And now, I’m young, and I’m thin, and I have money, and I Love You, 8ut here comes the sha88a-de-8op-8op-8e-shi88y-day-oh-yeah, Thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon, sha88a-de-8op-8op-8e-shi88y-day-oh-yeah, Thanks for fucking with my head, I need a name for what I’m feeling, come again soon. Then I can start to work on a meaning, speaking of the sha88a-de-8op-8op-8e-shi88y-day-oh-yeah, thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon, sha88a-de-8op-8op-8e-shi88y-day-oh-yeah, thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon. And in the sky, There is a place where it’s warm, and You’re there, and I’ve got the power now, yeah, I know what to do to make you feel something 8esides pain, ‘cause it’s the love that we’ve come to expect, to deserve, and then we fuck, and it’s nice, it’s not a Complic8ed mess, and my 8ack doesn’t hurt, and your head doesn’t tell you to kill yourself, so we Smile and Em8race until we don’t know who we are. I can’t hear a thing now, I guess I 8e long to Me now, 8ut when night fell on Montana, I found a rest stop completely deserted, 8ut I still felt the eyes upon me, so I drove away.