I fake ambivalence on the way to the hospital
And they put me in a cage
So the only way I could rage
Was on a page
Listing all their faults 
As they keep me in a selection of vaults 
But like a Taylor track 
I’m only better when I come back 
And I boomerang that shit 
Do you know who you’re dealing with 
When you spider web the dream 
It’s split like a seam 
Along the line of someone else’s thread 
And you could say I’ve made my bed
But I sleep soundly
So what about me? 
You gonna write that prose
Now that you have given up the road
That lead you here
And you have only death facing you, dear
I see it in your eyes
And even the man behind the concrete cries
Silver grey in every way, you plug the drain 
Then think you know about the rain 
But it only ever runs away
And everything that I say
Washes over you into a puddle 
You can say I am in a muddle 
But it’s you that seems
So lost in dreams 
That you don’t know the way to be
In touch with reality