hear the sounds of the subway station call. i'm thinking all about human condition. i wish that i could paint myself invisible. or at least take me out of the phone book. last night. i was ready to pull the plug. that fueled the light in my eyes. and i know i should be happy. i take my medication. cause it will make me happy. a psychosomatic way of life. maybe i'll fly down to mexico. just get me through the next seventy two. spinning around. my head is all over town. and i could love you better than he can. last night i was ready. and london bridge is falling down again. and i deserve to be happy. tonight i'll dream in the green green grass. and smile with smoke filled lungs. but i know i'll dream of a painful past. and sleep with psychotic eyes. and i know if i can. i'll try it all over again. so i take my medication. cause it will make me happy. and it will make me whole