Bad Ways to Feel Well
Four walls and a door
A dusty black and orange chord
Plugged into a two prong outlet
Lying on the floor
With a screw backing out
But a current no doubt
And oh how that circuit would spark
If a fork touched it's mouth
From the tip of that connection
Ionize spiritual inception
Spark gaps space in a direction
That follows each of my questions
Down a freshly cut pathway
Like an aisle in a marketplace
A garden in a hedge maze
I'm a chicken in a court case
Playing tic tac toe
With some doctor who hates kids
And said "Life owes us each one thing
And it's death"
Well how could I respond?
I mean that's true I guess
Life ain't so long
Feels even shorter at the end
But what Doc don't know
Is that death can be bliss
And I still don't owe that asshole
This reference
I cannot change their mind
But I can change myself
And if nothing else
Hey maybe that might help
It's just a little thing
But there are little hells
And we're just tiny Gods
With some wicked will
On the day I was born
I was issued a form
And I dipped my feet in ink
Then wrote the two words
I could form
There were numbers involved
And so it felt like a scam
But now I've memorized them all
And the print still reads "I am"
I went so long missing nothing
Now I'm not sure what I'm missing
I only know how much it hurts
When I lie in this position
But I don't mind growing old
And I guess that's for the best
Cause it's going down
Whether or not I'm cool with it
But still there are some folks
I wish I never had met
I'm not going back to the office
Until I can see a hypnotist
I'll put down this drink
I'm gonna quit once a year
I'm gonna stand on my head
And I'm gonna smile ear to ear
It's just a little thing
But there are little hells
And we're just tiny Gods
With weak little wills
Oh it's a little thing
But there are little hells
And we're just tiny Gods
With some wicked wills
Oh you could change your life
Or you could change yourself
There's so many good ways
Just to feel like hell
Now you could change your night
Or you could change yourself
There's so many bad ways just to feel well
Oh you could change your life
Or you could change your self
There's so many good ways
Just to feel like hell
Now you could change your life
Or you could change yourself
There's so many good ways
Just to feel like hell
In the morning
A dusty black and orange chord
Plugged into a two prong outlet
Lying on the floor
With a screw backing out
But a current no doubt
And oh how that circuit would spark
If a fork touched it's mouth
From the tip of that connection
Ionize spiritual inception
Spark gaps space in a direction
That follows each of my questions
Down a freshly cut pathway
Like an aisle in a marketplace
A garden in a hedge maze
I'm a chicken in a court case
Playing tic tac toe
With some doctor who hates kids
And said "Life owes us each one thing
And it's death"
Well how could I respond?
I mean that's true I guess
Life ain't so long
Feels even shorter at the end
But what Doc don't know
Is that death can be bliss
And I still don't owe that asshole
This reference
I cannot change their mind
But I can change myself
And if nothing else
Hey maybe that might help
It's just a little thing
But there are little hells
And we're just tiny Gods
With some wicked will
On the day I was born
I was issued a form
And I dipped my feet in ink
Then wrote the two words
I could form
There were numbers involved
And so it felt like a scam
But now I've memorized them all
And the print still reads "I am"
I went so long missing nothing
Now I'm not sure what I'm missing
I only know how much it hurts
When I lie in this position
But I don't mind growing old
And I guess that's for the best
Cause it's going down
Whether or not I'm cool with it
But still there are some folks
I wish I never had met
I'm not going back to the office
Until I can see a hypnotist
I'll put down this drink
I'm gonna quit once a year
I'm gonna stand on my head
And I'm gonna smile ear to ear
It's just a little thing
But there are little hells
And we're just tiny Gods
With weak little wills
Oh it's a little thing
But there are little hells
And we're just tiny Gods
With some wicked wills
Oh you could change your life
Or you could change yourself
There's so many good ways
Just to feel like hell
Now you could change your night
Or you could change yourself
There's so many bad ways just to feel well
Oh you could change your life
Or you could change your self
There's so many good ways
Just to feel like hell
Now you could change your life
Or you could change yourself
There's so many good ways
Just to feel like hell
In the morning
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Writer(s): Cameron Smith
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