Sick Drain Pipe

Tape on my walls I'm painting
Each thought a different colour than the rest,
Oh what is wrong with me, nothing yet, I guess
Plastic flavoured memories
I'm stating facts for me, what's next
Before you judge and point your fingers I will rest

If you were alone
And we were on the same page
Would you have put down a ladder for me to climb
If I was at home
And you were across my street
What would it take for you to come with me

I guess I'm fantasizing
Another peer gone down the drain
Because of my intention
My psyches not totally ok
And where would you have been
Would you have left to England
To see you now, I'm dying
I'm sorry for this whining

I might lie to you but that's okay
It shows my grace as a perfect person
And a lover as they'd say but
If you go and start running
I'll be fine, it's alright
I'm alright, it's alright

I might lie to you but that's okay
I'll be fine, it's alright
I'm alright, it's alright