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 ok
still I don't feel easy

on this tree
among the blossoms

caustic ally

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 can 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