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Hand In My Head (Reaching for the Lunacy)
Cats like to climb different things
They're desperate to reach the ceiling
Goldfish feel kind of slow and sorry
One foot of ocean without salt or insecurity
We as a nation believe in a thing called space
Sad as it is to see it violated all over the place
I touch you, you touch me, I push you to the ground
One of us dies within moments of coming around
I woke up sober and couldn't believe,
what sat at the foot of my bed in front of me
A younger kind of me without any kind of closure
He couldn't stop sneezing and eventually lost his composure
How many times has this behemoth cruised our streets?
A stein of complex simplicity is indeed frightening
Did you know that a bit of Orion lines my cheek?
Stupid little pattern where my limitations leak
Felines and fishes that pitter and squirm
The pigeons ignored while pursuing the worm
I'd like to fight you fair on some faithful day
I'm just tired and don't know how much my head can take
I watched the window quietly when a dead man passed me by
He look so worried that I couldn't help but cry
Dead man rising, for the sake of me at least
Just rest a while before you try obtaining peace
It's not just me that believes beyond this dirt
It's for those of us who tend to prove their worth
But when I watch these spectacles beyond the shine
And recollect on these limitations of mine
I must repeat, in my loudest tone
"There is no L in one word alone."
And that's how it all went down.
