How does one fix a musician's mind?
You send him to the hospital
To make him think someone never loved him,
And then you shove pills down his throat.
And during all this time,
You restrict his freedom,
Remove his sense of insanity.
Except all a psychiatrist hears are barriers to be broken,
Problems to be solved, people to move through the assembly line.
I see her picture in my mind,
This woman who I thank constantly for having met,
I take pills in order to forget
That she ever loved me and that she was trying to help me.
Though I never let her into my space.
You have to learn how to channel the music through your head
And onto the screen.
When it wins her heart she will be here waiting.
All this time she's been waiting for me,
Though she's not a waitress anymore...
When I listen to your music
I reminisce of what my friends and I used to do.
We weren't ex-friends and some have long since passed away.
When I read what she writes I'm on a rush of adrenaline,
And I want to remain forever in this psychotic state.
But enough of this dangerous pastime!
In the distance there's a female's voice who you're in love with,
Attraction is so powerful that few personalities like hers compare.
