Letting the Fly out of the Jar

And I don't need nothing for there to be
In empty rooms and hallways that sat in between
What it was I wondered and what it was I said
Was it of any import, or was you being mislead?

By my hand, by my heart, by my whole body from the start?

And I don't nothing, well that's a big lie
Cuz everyone wants something, it's how you get by
It's pleasure of pain, and I see no in between
It's grapes of wrath or euphoria tossed to the wind

By my hand, by my soul, by my whole body so now I know
I'm alive

I've been reading big books with 5 dolar words
Wittgenstein let me out the jar
Or so it's been heard
But I crawled back in to being a fly on the wall
Give me a break or maybe just give it all up

By my hand
By my rope
By my whole body
When its losing hope

I get into arguments with me from before
Coat off the hook and a foot out the door
I get into being dirty and fighting giants that hide
In between the words I'm saying, and how he confides
In my tongue through my word
About how the whole situation is absurd on the face of it