London Bridge

Hear the sounds of the subway station call. I'm thinking all about human condition. I wish that I could paint myself invisible. or at least take me out of the phone book. last night. I was ready to pull the plug. that fueled the light in my eyes. and I know I should be happy. I take my medication. cause it will make me happy. a psychosomatic way of life. maybe I'll fly down to mexico. just get me through the next seventy two. spinning around. my head is all over town. and I could love you better than he can. last night I was ready. and london bridge is falling down again. and I deserve to be happy. tonight I'll dream in the green green grass. and smile with smoke filled lungs. but I know I'll dream of a painful past. and sleep with psychotic eyes. and I know if I can. I'll try it all over again. so I take my medication. cause it will make me happy. and it will make me whole