Knowage

I stumbled into the Christmas tree
I guess I lost track of the date
But someone must be breaking in
And leaving questions for me
Because I never leave the furniture in my own wake
I thought you ought to know
I thought you ought to know
I thought you ought to know
I thought you ought to know
That when I open the door
It wasn't fun anymore
It spiraled into my brain
And brought me down to the floor
But in the midst of the pain
There's pleasure in the insane
Don't bring me down, down, down
I can't tell if my eyes are closed
Or if the light is off
Or if my sight is gone
I can't see my hand
Feeling around for the switch
I can't feel my eyes on my face
Or my hand on my wrist
I thought you ought to know
I thought you ought to know
I thought you ought to know
I thought you ought to know
That when you're searching for proof
You'll need an amateur sleuth
With that inquisitive grin
You have to tell me the truth
Despite my admonition
The answers locate therein
Don't bring me down
You ought to know that when you open the door
It won't be fun anymore
It spirals into your brain
And makes the synapses short
But in the wake of the pain
There's solace in the mundane
Don't bring me down
No one has to know