some nights the er is quiet as an ekg
but tonight it feels like every broken bone
tonight it feels like every wounded soul
is filling out a form or on the 'phone
i can't talk now
i'm in a parade
i can't talk now
i'm in a parade
can't talk to you now
i'm in a parade
i can't talk now
i'm in a parade
diagnosis: schizophrenic
prognosis: guarded
medication: seroquel
occupation: street angel
i drank some orange soda
then i drank some grape
i wear a hoodie now to over my mistake
my head's a lollipop
my head is a lollipop
my head's a lollipop and everyone wants to lick it
i wear a hoodie now so i won't get a ticket
i write my verse for the universe
that's who i am
i can't talk now
i'm in a parade
i can't talk now
i'm in a parade
i can't talk now
i'm in a parade
can't talk to you now
i'm in a parade
diagnosis: schizophrenic
prognosis: guarded
medication: seroquel
occupation: street angel