Too Himself

Your brain
It maintains the pain
Like a plane going off
On a trip to nowhere again
Your brain
Lights up in the rain
Put a smile on that face
So maybe you don't feel a sense of disgrace
So turn back to the needle again
After all, it's become your one and only friend
And he's too himself
Left the rest on the shelf
No it can't be helped
Because he's lying to himself
Your brain
Feelings down the drain
Tucked back in the dark
What's there left to gain?
Your brain
Only one remains
Wear it like a medal
Cause your passion overrides insane
So turn back towards the card and straw before bed
Cause after all a couple of lines can numb that crazy head
And he's too himself
Left the rest on the shelf
No it can't be helped
Because he's lying to himself
Your brain
Quit trying to explain
A whole bottle down
Lying there, shaking again
Your brain
It's such a shame
So much to give
But the rest was too much to take
And he's too himself
Left the rest on the shelf
No it can't be helped
Because he's lying to himself