Twentyseven

Could you let me on your shoulders So I could see just what you meant When you hopped out of your Corolla And ran home screaming at your parents Tired of my conscious thought Running ‘round at night just choking on your spotlight Climbing out my window, falling down my lawn Picking up the words I lost I’d like to leave it all behind Rid myself of everybody else I know it all gets better, but better than what else I’m hanging up my coat, I’m hanging on your shelf Slip through every conversation I cut my lips on all the words that you keep hidden And every tired person, all the weary faces Have left me feeling weak and bitter I’d like to leave it all behind Rid myself of everybody else I know it all gets better, but better than what else I’m hanging up my coat, I’m hanging on your shelf I’ve tried it all the time and still find Say I’m better, you can’t tell But in my mind Here I can’t hurt you, can only hurt myself Can I still get into Hell? I’d like to leave it all behind I’ll kill my mind Rid myself of everybody else I know it all gets better, but better will not help I’m hanging up my coat, I’ll be hanging on your shelf I’m hanging by a rope and I’ll be hanging by myself