There is a dragon at the end of the road
And he threatens and he goads
And I want to stop taking the pills
Because they make me feel ill
And tired and grey and heavy and thin
And they only separate me from him 
But every time I do
I face a backlash from you 
As your tail curls round to see
What whip it can get at me
And I find myself back in the arms of thieves
Because some part of me believes 
That I am a danger to myself 
So I ask them about mental health
And they consign me to a locked ward 
And I am so bored 
With all the women I have to escape
And find Superman’s cape 
Tied around a male nurse
And I don’t have to rehearse 
The joy 
When that boy
Looks me dead in the face
And says it does not go to waste
His name was Emmet and there was a gap
Some kind of terrain I could not map
As he came into my room 
Where I had been curled up in a ball of doom
Just anticipating 
The TV station
They would play tonight
But you stumble and I laugh but it’s alright 
And you fall into the chair 
By my bed and your hair
Matches your beard
And I’ve always been weird
But you don’t seem to care
Even though I am in there 
And you’re on the other side of the glass
I see you ponder and it’s fuckin’ class
You look up towards the sky
And I wonder if you’ll ever die
Because that kind of eternal is forever
And I found a place that would never
Ever let me go
There was a lion on my notebook I coloured in so
They would know
That a whip and a chair
Is not enough to get me to cut my hair