chip away

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