All of the time, I'm thinking 'bout things too mu-uh-ch
And then I end up out of touch
And feel a lot less real than before
I speak a lot of words but tend to say a lot le-eh-ess
I'm just a fuckin' mess
And I will shut my bedroom door
And as I iron out my brain
To speak to ice cream stains
I'll stare at the ceiling stars and wonder why life's so hard
Locking the door, I will talk to my floor
And I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do-oh
To get out of this goo-oh that I absorb
How to stop myself?
Hell, if I know-oh-oh
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
Most of the time I'm scooping mud and digging gra-a-ves
In these saltwater caves
And overgrown hospitals the like
I'll step along the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about
How I hate this body
And they'll say, oh they'll say
We would like to help you but
It seems you're living in dreams, come back to reality
I'll cry: Wait!
And I will wake up late again
And in the morning, once more
I will speak to the floor and I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do-oh
To get out of this goo-oh that I absorb
How to stop myself?
Hell, if I know-oh-oh
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb