All of the time, I'm thinking 'bout things too much
And then I end up out of touch
And feel a lot less real than before
I speak a lot of words but tend to say a lot less
I'm just a fuckin' mess
And I will shut my bedroom door
And as I iron out my brains
To speak to ice cream stains
I'll stare at the ceiling stars and wonder why life's so hard
Locking the door, I will talk to my floor
And I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do
To get out of this goo that I absorb
How to stop myself?
Hell, if I know
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
Most of the time I'm scooping mud and digging graves
In these saltwater caves
And overgrown hospitals the like
I'll step along the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about
How I hate this body
And they'll say, oh they'll say
"We would like to help you but
It seems like you're living in dreams, come back to reality"
I'll cry "Wait!" and I will wake up late again
And in the morning, once more
I will speak to the floor and I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do
To get out of this goo that I absorb
How to stop myself?
Hell, if I know
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb