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