When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man. I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can. In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone.
Sometimes, I feel so lonely. My comedown I'm scared to face. I've pierced my skin again, Lord. No one cares. For me.... . My soul belongs to the dealer.
A thought in my head, I think of, of something to do. Expressions tell everything, I see one on you. When I was invisible, I needed no light. You saw right through me, you said, was I out of sight?.