I chip away Cause I'm not ok So I I chip away Poked a hole right into myself And inside I found someone Who said I was O.K. Still I don't feel easy
On this tree Among the blossoms Caustically I am the thorn Close my eyes to take up spare time I wish I just Could be where the crowd goes With the crowd They must be going somewhere
Up from the catacombs I ran into the angel again He took the high road And I took the low road We both were dirty faces We both were dirty faces
I don't I don't I don't Don't feel easy I don't I don't I don't Don't feel easy
