Yours To Cure
Don't let me get away
Keep me safe inside a box
Kill my joy, steady pace
Use my gifts another day
I feel like I'm out of place
I feel like I lost my mind
Got to meet what they expect
Got to leave myself behind
Hush, hush quiet now
You don't know what you're talking about
Let me guide your way
Soon you'll have nothing to worry or feel bad about
No, I won't listen anymore
I can't do this anymore
Not a slave, or yours to cure
White rooms
Sterile lighting in the hallways
As I'm making my way down
To that one room where they sell cookies
One, two
Least I have money to afford them
Unlike those who don't have family
Don't have friends and don't say nothing
I do
So what is wrong with being down when
Every single sense is telling me that I'm not sound 'cause
Bad news, a constant flood of bleak beliefs
Port directly to my brain as I am working on a dream of letting go
There's a lot of information that seems true too
And that could help if only people weren't used to
Over-believing without proper proof
But pseudo-science's too profitable
For news to skip on profits that they're used to
I believe that we're fucked
Instead of focusing on issues
I'll give in and give up
You think I'm sick 'cause all I do is keep protecting my peace
What you call sick's just my reaction to the fire that I see
Don't let me get away
Keep me safe inside a box
Kill my joy, steady pace
Use my gifts another day
I feel like I'm out of place
I feel like I lost my mind
Got to meet what they expect
Got to leave myself behind
Hush, hush quiet now
You don't know what you're talking about
Let me guide your way
Soon you'll have nothing to worry or feel bad about
No, I won't listen anymore
I can't do this anymore
Not a slave, or yours to cure
Keep me safe inside a box
Kill my joy, steady pace
Use my gifts another day
I feel like I'm out of place
I feel like I lost my mind
Got to meet what they expect
Got to leave myself behind
Hush, hush quiet now
You don't know what you're talking about
Let me guide your way
Soon you'll have nothing to worry or feel bad about
No, I won't listen anymore
I can't do this anymore
Not a slave, or yours to cure
White rooms
Sterile lighting in the hallways
As I'm making my way down
To that one room where they sell cookies
One, two
Least I have money to afford them
Unlike those who don't have family
Don't have friends and don't say nothing
I do
So what is wrong with being down when
Every single sense is telling me that I'm not sound 'cause
Bad news, a constant flood of bleak beliefs
Port directly to my brain as I am working on a dream of letting go
There's a lot of information that seems true too
And that could help if only people weren't used to
Over-believing without proper proof
But pseudo-science's too profitable
For news to skip on profits that they're used to
I believe that we're fucked
Instead of focusing on issues
I'll give in and give up
You think I'm sick 'cause all I do is keep protecting my peace
What you call sick's just my reaction to the fire that I see
Don't let me get away
Keep me safe inside a box
Kill my joy, steady pace
Use my gifts another day
I feel like I'm out of place
I feel like I lost my mind
Got to meet what they expect
Got to leave myself behind
Hush, hush quiet now
You don't know what you're talking about
Let me guide your way
Soon you'll have nothing to worry or feel bad about
No, I won't listen anymore
I can't do this anymore
Not a slave, or yours to cure
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Dalkowski
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