McMurphy Psychiatric

Stacked-in apartment Non-sheltered-space-heat Paranoid about us ashing Talk about knowing how to You sure know how to clear a room Mashed in tomatoes, don't know why You'd make fried Hienz Or take a frameless photo Walking about a loud few About that silence in my room If I was you Stepping out to see inside My, you really do Know how to clear up my eye Ask it, just ask it. Don't tell it Did this? "Returned to sender. Lost in heaven." If I was you I could see myself collected, broken If we both knew That it never hurts to start-a-asking Would you? Would you If I was you? Stepping out to see inside My, you really do Know how to clear my fucking mind