Butterfly Knives

I feel absurd, absurdly bored

Da-da like too mature

For all the things I like to do

Butterfly Knives, and huffing glue

And I feel strange, strangely sick

Sick and tired, tired of this

The vertigo the dizziness

The breathing hard

The medicine

And I feel weird, weirdly OK

God, cigarettes and coffee

Without the god, with the devil

Without the cigs' guess I'll have to settle for the Jule

And I feel grand, invincible

I can't die cause I'm immortal

Forever good and doing wrong

Not aware I'm fucking up

But in group we talked a lot

And we analyzed

The things we needed to cut out

So we could get on with our lives

You said some really mean things while I was in the hospital

Some really mean things while I was dying

I said some really mean things before I got better

While at least I tried